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Stealth and Stupidity

It's 2:30 in the morning and I can't sleep. My partner in crime is a calico cat. We're supposed to be surreptitious.

I sat her down and explained the definition to her. I thought she'd understand. She's the queen of stealth.

She starts attacking her unseen enemy. 

Pounce.

Then she started to meow.

Shhh. People are asleep.

The tall one wakes up. He stumbles out of bed. I hear his dragging footsteps in the hall.

Quick! Close the computer! No illumination.

He walked right past me.

He thinks I'm still in bed with him.

I'm snickering

Then I wonder

Why aren't I in bed with him?

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  1. June Freaking CleaverMarch 29, 2010 at 5:16 AM

    My husband will wake up and come get me if I'm not in bed.

    Although I appreciate his wanting my company, it's frustrating to lie there if I'm not sleepy...it's the Missouri version of Chinese water torture, in my mind.

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  2. Kristina P.March 29, 2010 at 8:12 AM

    My husband never knows when I'm there or not. I woke up at 5 AM with nausea, this morning. Boo.

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  3. YolandaMarch 30, 2010 at 12:18 PM

    You are so funny!
    Did you pounce on him and scare him?

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