Not So Grate Akshully*

So we had those darling pictures of Maisie sleeping with Betsy a couple mornings last week. How nice that a cat with no kitty friends and a lamb with crooked legs and falling out hair could find each other and snuggle down for a long winter's nap. It was like the Island of Misfit Toys! Awwww... 

Until two nights ago. When Betsy lost her mind.

Around midnight I heard Betsy at the door. I got up and let her in and, noticing there were only about 30 pieces of kibble in her bowl (oh the horror), she decided to let me know about that and took off ripping around the house, jumping in and out of the kitchen (not quietly I might add), clawing carpet and couch and back thundering in and out of the kitchen, rinse, repeat. Maisie was scared half to death. 

I ran to reassure her that the world was not crashing down on her (like it sure seemed...to all of us), tried repeatedly to catch Betsy (who was having none of that), finally Betsy settled down (I thought), we all went back to bed.  More thundering in and out of kitchen, baby crying, run to comfort, try to catch the psycho cat, save discontinued fabric (read irreplaceable) couch, comfort baby, finally grabbed Betsy by her tail as she flew past...and tossed her outside. Back to bed.

Two o'clock feeding. All is calm... Climb back in bed and Betsy comes to the door. I figure she's gotten it all out of her system and let her in.  Again. Big. Mistake. Here we go again. This time when I finally caught her I maybe didn't gently toss her out the door. And this is where she was found the next morning (taken through the window).

Apparently Betsy's good behavior is directly proportional to how much it's raining...

She made two attempts to get in last night.  I just pulled the covers over my head and went right back to sleep.  

And didn't feel the least bit bad about it. 

*lolcat speak