|It was VERY serious.|
Anyway, then this happened during the night.
Yes, my vigilante cat of justice chose saturday night to wage war against weird shadow monster, using her classic "smash and run" move.
And he did. To my credit, I believe I whimpered "don't..." as he climbed out of bed.
So yes, I let my poor meowing kitty back in the bedroom to continue to throw herself at the wall in excitement or anger or fear or maybe political protest. I'm really not sure.
Hence the title of today's post. Thanks for a night of crappy sleep, ass-cat.