Thursday, November 12, 2009

The Damn Cat

It's 3:36AM and I am sitting in my bed, wishing my Australian penpal was online so I had someone to talk to. My heart is racing, I'm shaking and I feel like something horrible is about to happen. Which it isn't, but it's just a wonderful side-effect of a nighttime panic attack. I'm serious! I've been having them for awhile now, and they're different from my normal night terrors. Or maybe they're the same thing, I don't know. I'm not a psychiatrist. But I do have a DSM, so maybe I should diagnose myself...

Anyway, to make matters worse, I keep hearing these little noises, bumps and such. It's freaking me out. And I KNOW it's Booju. Who is Booju, you wonder? Well, you may have already guessed from the blog title, but Booju is the damn cat himself...

We got Booju the Christmas of 2007. He was from a litter that was born on my birthday. Also, he looked exactly like Booba, our long-haired black cat that disappeared (aka became coyote chow) when we moved across town. And so, we fell in kitty love with Booju, which aptly stands for Booba Junior. Yeah.

He seemed like such a normal, quiet kitten. When we brought him home, he romped and played with the Christmas bows under the tree and we thought we might choke from all the cuteness in the room. Little did we know that he was crazy. Is crazy.

I really think that Booju has feline amnesia. Every day. He'll walk into the kitchen some mornings, all creeping and wide-eyed, and look at everything as if he was on an alien planet and was checking for signs of life. And if you so much as say his name, he jumps 10 feet in the air. Other mornings he'll meow and meow until someone feeds him, and if they don't hurry, he'll bite their feet. Some days he disappears only to be found hours later, napping in a shoe box or on the back of a chair (which he has all his claws dug into in case someone tries to ricochet him off the back... which may have happened before...).

In any case, right now he's probably either biting his own tail, or attacking dust bunnies; both of which cause little noises that just make my heart rate spike. That damn cat. So much for calming down enough to go to sleep again before the sun rises.

Eh, sleep is overrated. That's what coffee is for.

2 comments:

Laura said...

Sorry about your night terrors- sounds awful!! This may be a dumb question, but what's a DSM? Sounds like a degree? You have a degree already (well besides the one you got from A&M)? Anyway, I'm a huge fan of the way yall named your cats! So cute! Talk to ya soon!

blayne said...

DSM is the Diagnostic Statistical Manual... what we use to diagnose mental disorders. It's a fun book!