pieces o'nine wrote:
I know very few men who ... walk
Maybe the Question is:
Mack Gordon wrote:Pardon me, boy. Is that the Chattanooga choo choo?
The following happened Friday night.
Just after hubby has fallen asleep and I'm nearly there, I hear a strange crackling/crunching sound from the floor not far from my bed which wakes me up properly.
I lie there for a moment wondering what it could be (giant cockroaches?!
Then my husband sits up beside me and starts to pull on his fleece jacket.
Having no bedside light at the moment (I'd put mine in the spare bedroom for a young guest) I ask hubby to turn on his.
I get no response from him, he continues pulling on his jacket.
I say "Please put on your light - I can hear a weird noise next to my bed and I can't see what it is!"
STILL no response from hubby. He's probably deeply asleep and acting automatically.
Getting a bit freaked out by now (am I asleep and having a realistic dream?) I reach for my mobile phone and flip it open. By its feeble light I can see the cat chewing on the laces of my trainers! With a HUGE sigh of relief, I tell the cat off, get up and pick up my trainers to put them away in the wardrobe, saying to my husband, "It's OK, it was just Sanka biting my shoe laces! I shouldn't have left them out…"
At which point he finally responds.
"Pardon me ma'am, is that the cat who chewed your new shoes?"