Another visitation
I'm beginning to think there's a dead halibut in my yard somewhere.
 
6 a.m. today. An HOUR before my alarm clock goes off. I hear Dom's tail whipping the window shade and crack open one sleep-encrusted eye to survey the situation. His tail is going full force and his face is pressed against the screen. Code red. I throw on my glasses (I am freaking blind) and sit up to look out the window.
 
Sure enough, ANOTHER cat, a totally different one from yesterday, is right underneath the window, looking up. He runs when I come to the window. So naturally, Domino goes nuts and runs around the house looking to see where his buddy went. I close the bedroom window and try (unsuccessfully) to go back to sleep.
 
This had better not be a continuing serial drama of visiting kitties and agitated Dom. Because I am not a nice person when my sleep has been cut short.