Dr. Jekyll, Katie Cat

Thursday afternoon, Bill came home early with a migraine. It intensified as the afternoon went on. He started out on the floor of the family room, then moved downstairs where he lay face-down in the kitchenette area. I knew he was miserable, so I did my best to keep the kids quiet and out of his way. Around the time I fed the boys dinner, Bill finally felt well enough to go upstairs and climb into bed, where he was able to sleep for awhile. 

Some time after dinner, I went upstairs to fold laundry. Bill was sound asleep, and Katie was sitting with him, keeping a protective eye on him. I took a picture, it was such a cute moment. 

Then night fell. Good Katie was transformed into Naughty Katie. I have had a bad cold for over a week now. I have a cough that makes me sound like an eighty-year-old chain smoker. Bill has been sleeping on a spare mattress in the office so he isn't disturbed by my hacking. This meant he was able to miss out on what happened next. 

Around 3:30 in the morning, I was sound asleep, actually not coughing at the moment. Suddenly, Katie used my head as a landing pad. My guess is she tried to jump up in the transom window over our bed. She got up there, discovered the blind was down and she had no ledge to sit on, so she came right back down and landed on me. This scared her (and me!), so she jumped over to my nightstand, knocked off half the stuff on it, then took off running. 

So here I am. It's the middle of the night, I'm bleeding, there's a mess on my floor, and I can't even see what is going on, because Katie had knocked my glasses down. I had to find those first before I could deal with the mess and my face. It took me a long time to fall back asleep. 

All day Friday, my face hurt. It wasn't really the scratches that bothered me. It was the bruising from the weight of a full grown cat crash-landing on my head. 

She sure is lucky we love her.