Intruder

As I walked down the stairs this morning I witnessed a black cat jumping down from my sofa and streaking into the kitchen.  As it was 6:00 in the morning and I wasn't fully awake, I almost peed myself.  All I could hear was frantic scrambling coming from another part of the house and when I went into the kitchen, I discovered that the trash can was spilled and its contents streaming across the floor. I surveyed the mess while listening to things being knocked down in the dining room while I tried to become alert enough to deal with the situation.  Because I didn't want to leave out Art (or because I'm a horrible wife), I went back upstairs and roused him from a deep sleep (hey, he said he wanted to get up with me, anyway, as he had a lot of work to do today) and made him come and help me.  While I picked up the garbage, Art tried to usher the cat out the dining room door, then the back door and then, finally of its own accord, it dashed out the way it came- through the dog door.  I guess we'll be keeping that closed at night from now on.

The best part of this story is that Buddy was asleep in our room all night long.  Even when I came back upstairs he regarded me with a look that said, "can you please keep it down? It's early and I'm trying to sleep."  He didn't hear the cat knock over the garbage can, didn't hear it knocking over various items and jumping all over the dining room.

Best watch dog. EVER.

(By the way, Art went back to bed after all the excitement.)