Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Return to gypsy life
Do you remember Psycho Kitten and Griffin? Well, I'm back house sitting again for these two ornery cats. Really they aren't all bad, but they do get into a bit of mischief at night. Imagine a real life Elf on the Shelf, and I'll tell you nobody would be sleeping through the shenanigans he finds himself in.
That's the thing about being a semi-gypsy. You're all the time waking up in places that are sort of familiar but not quite familiar enough. You might wake up at a quarter to 3 after five hours of sleep only to see the glow from the light in the hallway bursting through the crack under the door. But instead of rolling over like you might in your own bed, you start to think. And thinking at 3 a.m. is a bad idea no matter where you are.
I turned that light off last night. How is that light on now?
You distinctly remember entering the room after brushing your teeth last night and saying to the cats who you hoped were in the other room, "Goodnight cats. Be good. I'll see you in the morning." Then you shut off the light and made sure to latch the door behind you. But now it is the middle of the night and the light is on. How could that be?
Various scenarios start playing in your head.
Scene 1: Someone broke in the house. You listen for any noise. Any movement. Any sound. After what feels like an hour, you conclude the only sound you hear is the cat using the litter box at the bottom of the stairs.
Scene 2: The cat jumped off the banister to the opposite wall and pushed the light switch back on. It could happen. With the replica push button switches, a cat could turn the light on. Maybe? But considering the cat fight that woke you up in the middle of the night the other day, you're pretty sure you would've woken up if the cat had launched itself kamikaze style into the wall outside your bedroom door.
Scene 3: Your neighbors have a key and decided to play a trick on you. The neighbors have been known for their harmless pranks. You wouldn't put it passed them. They might do it. They are fully capable of it. But would they really do that to their favorite neighborhood house sitter? Really?
Sleep comes in fits and stars from 3 a.m. on. You might even hear the garbage truck and think it's someone breaking it. But eventually your alarm buzzes and it's time to get up. The sun is beginning to rise. And in the clear light of day you no longer worried that a stranger is lurking in the basement. The only logical conclusion you have reached is that while you thought you switched the light off, maybe you didn't. Or the cat's conspiracy to kill you while you sleep simply hasn't worked, yet.
The good thing is, you survived one more night as a gypsy, and that's all that really matters.