Yesterday morning Vince got up and it was 20 degrees out. He went out just after daylight to give Cat food. He gets up . . I never hear anything and I don’t even know he’s out of bed or out the door. I really do sleep so soundly.
Next thing I know, someone is banging on the bedroom window. I’m saying “Vince . . there’s somebody outside!” and I’m floundering around trying to wiggle him to wake him up and he’s not even in bed. Then the person banging on the window is yelling “Judy! Judy!” and I’m thinking . . oh, no . . Vince isn’t here, the burglar is banging on the window and he knows my name! Then I realized it was Vince . . outside . . in 20 degree weather saying “Let me in!” Maybe he said “Open the door!” I can’t remember. I’m thinking . . I KNOW he was in bed during the night so he hasn’t spent the night out there!
The front door was unlocked but the door know must have been too cold to function and the other door was locked so Vince couldn’t in. I got up and let him in.
I told him . . we’re getting older. You really should tell me when you go outside because what if I slept til 8:00 and you fell or something? Better yet, Cat can wait til I’m ready to get up before she eats! No . . not that demanding cat. She’s on the porch meowing for her food by daylight. She’s forgotten that she used to live on mice, snakes and rabbits instead of Fancy Feast (or whatever Vince feeds her!).
Yes, the critters around here tell us what to do and we do it!