The cats woke me early today. 5 am is not a time I want to be awake unless by choice. Usually when we settle for the night, the cats settle too, blissful to have a great warm bed with two human companions. Last night one settled with us; two played and wrangled until 1 am. The result: four hours of sleep for me! Cats are all sleeping now, catching up?
It has snowed and snowed and snowed lately; six major storms this winter, accumulating over 235 cm or 93 inches. The town is zealous about ploughing and snow removal, cutting back the visibility-blocking banks, clearing packed snow around the fire hydrants and salting the slippery narrow roads. Heavy machinery regularly passes through this quiet neighbourhood several times a day; more often during the night. Lights flash, snow buffets and ice grinds, engines strain and back-up beepers pierce the hushed darkness.
Bleary-eyed from lack of rest, I theorize that the cats are disturbed by all this ploughing commotion; their small kitty brains fear habitat and home destruction from this onslaught of grotesque machinery and striking din. I suppose this is so because the cats behave far worse on snowy nights.
Cats being cats and creatures long associated with independent and fickle natures, I can’t be sure that this IS the problem. Just for experiment’s sake, I will close some doors tonight to separate us from the disturbances of these three furry night prowlers. Maybe we’ll get more sleep tonight; maybe it won’t snow again tonight! What are the chances?