Another night - another broken vase

Here's what happened.

I was on sentry duty at the rear of the house, in the kitchen keeping an eye on the backyard at 22:00 hrs last night when my peeps went to bed. Nothing unusual in that, they do it every night. When my guard shift was over at 0400 hrs this morning I was eager for some company. I went looking for Sam the Dog to play with (terrorize) and realized that he and the peeps were sound asleep in the bedroom and they had shut the door and left me on the wrong side of it.

I thought it was just a simple misunderstanding so I scratched on the door to come in. No response. So, I scratched some more. Nothing. So I decided to take it up a notch. A loud distraction was in order.

What to do...what to do?

So, I went into the bathroom and started unrolling the toilet tissue - I find its best to grab a mouthful and go careening down the hall with it. Its also lots of fun to see how far you can go before it breaks. Anyway, this created lots of bumping and thumping noises on my part, but I heard not even a peep from any of them in response.

I find myself getting a bit pissed....

Plan B - The kitchen AKA the Noisiest Room in the House

Now many of you may not know this, but I am really a strong cat with lots of muscle power in my hind legs. I love to jump. Unfortunately I am not the most coordinated fellow what with my huge feet always getting in the way. Anyhow to make a long story short, I've been very successful in the past getting attention by knocking pots off the counter onto to the slate tile floor, so thought I'd have a go again

Now that I'm almost fully grown, I have lots of jumping distance capacity. So I bounded from the floor to the kitchen island and from there to the counter with absolutely no problems. There were unfortunately no pots, pans or utensils on the counter I could shove around, but I did take a moment and eat some kitty kibble for energy. Umm, tasty bits but I digress.

So with tail swinging dangerously around I take a moment to look at the refrigerator and then I see it. A big glass (crystal!!) vase full of wildflowers that the lady peep put up there (out of my reach, so she thought) so I wouldn't eat them. Hahahaha I think, I'll show them, they won't lock me out of the bedroom again soon...Then before I could stop and think about how much trouble I'd be in, I was up, up, up and away flying through the air and then I'm on top of the fridge and skidding to get control of the feet and get my balance before I go off the other side. No luck. Me and the vase full of flowers come crashing down together, I'm covered with water, the floor is littered with broken crystal and bits of flowers and Sam the Dog is barking like a wild man. So is the man peep. The bedroom door comes flying open, the man peep (who thinks someone just threw a rock through the window) comes roaring out with the lamp in his hand (I guess he thought it was a weapon). I was a bit stunned from the fall and the unexpected cold shower, but was wise enough to make a bee-line to the basement, where I hit under the hot water heater.

The man peep doesn't always see the humor in situations that cause him to wake up suddenly. He got huffy when the lady peep came out to see what was going on and started laughing at him. I guess he didn't think the sight of him standing "starkers" in the kitchen at 4:30 a.m. in a pool of water and flower petals, bathed in the glow from the nightlight, clutching a bedroom lamp, was funny. Hahahahah, I do and I know it was you, who shut me out of the bedroom. Mission accomplished.