Of all the ways to wake up …
So my toilet has been running at odd times. I don’t know much about toilet mechanics except “push down the lever and it flushes.” Anyway, I guess the plunger isn’t properly engaging or whatever, because every few hours, it starts running water like I’d just flushed it. My piss-poor explanation of how a toilet works aside, apparently the older of my two cats, Guy, didn’t quite figure out that the toilet was cycling in this manner.
Anyway, so I’m lying in bed waiting for the alarm to go off (the radio has already begun playing) before I even bother trying to roll, exhausted, off my mattress and getting my feet on the carpet. I hear a low lapping from the bathroom — it’s a cat, drinking from the toilet water. They both, apparently, think they’re dogs (because I’ve caught them both doing it), but as I found out in about five seconds which cat in particular it is. It’s important to note, here, that from my bed, I can see a section of the hallway — immediately to the left, and out of sight, is the doorway to the bathroom. Directly across from the bathroom door is the cross-hall which leads to the spare bedroom.
So the toilet cycles. Immediately, there’s a loud scrambling noise from inside the bathroom, and a second later, a big black and white form literally flies out of the bathroom, soars across the width of the hallway, through the bead curtain that marks the entry to the cross-hall. There’s a new noise: hissing, growling, then Tippy comes flying out — from the best of what I can gather, Tippy was sleeping in the hall until her older — and bigger — brother (they aren’t really brother and sister) came flying out of the air and rudely awoke her. Anyway, Tippy darts out, ear flattened, looks at me with her eyes wide, then bolts for the living room. Guy is right behind her, his eyes are much wider, his ears completely black, tail flat back. He manuevers swiftly through the bead curtain and delivers a long and deliberate hiss at the bathroom (I swear to christ this cat better not be too scared to use the litter box). At this point, I make a noise, and he suddenly turns to face me, adopting a look which I can only describe as “um, no, I didn’t just hiss at the toilet, honest.”
Well, it sure was an interesting way to wake up, at any rate.