It's 1am, you cannot sleep and there's not much you can do about it. You had napped earlier in the afternoon so sleep isn't all that much on your mind and all you can think about are the sounds of the outdoors right outside your window. Your TiVo isn't recording anything and you've now started to browse thro the folder of deleted items just to pass the time when you hear the dog door violently open and the sound of 3 sets of feet racing in the back yard, garage and back in the house. This wouldn't be something to think twice about until you hear the shrieks and hissing sound of an extremely frightened cat and a lot of scratching and clawing.
That's when you get out of bed and start hunting for what the dogs are hunting.
At 2am.
In your underwear.
I didn't think you wanted to see that image of me, but that was me. Flashlight in hand and broom in the other and wouldn't you know it, the dogs trapped a cat in the fence and... Well, lets just say that cat will not be coming around here anymore. It got away, but is probably minus a few lives.
That was my morning, how was yours?
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