Tuesday, July 17, 2012

A Bat, a cat, and a mop

At 2 am there was a knock on my bedroom door.  I was sound asleep as I had market in the morning.  It was my son.
"There's a bat or a big bird in the house and I need your help to catch it!"  His sense of urgency was evident.
Apparently he and my 2 cats had been trying to catch what turned out to be a large bat, for about 15 minutes without success.  Mischief, my black cat, had caught it once, but let it go, not knowing what to do with it.  At one point the bat got under the couch.  Well, Wizard (my other cat), positioned himself at one end of the couch, and Mischief at the other.  The bat would try to get out from under the couch at one end, see the cat, squeal, and then scurry to the other end, only to be confronted by another cat.
Finally it got out and started flying around my sitting room.
This is the point where I entered into the picture - half asleep and fly swatter in hand.  My son, who was frantic at this point,was beside me with a mop in one hand and an afghan in the other, ready to either hit the bat out of the air, or throw the afghan over it. I was ready to knock the bat to the ground like a baseball bat hitting a ball.  I knew I could do this because I had done it before.  My success with a fly swatter is well known.
Swoop comes the bat.  Swish goes the mop and the fly swatter. We both miss. Wizard is running around in circles hissing, and Mischief is leaping up in the air every time the bat got a bit low. My son throws the afghan and misses.  I swing the swatter again and miss. The bat is now terrified and we're not too happy either.
Before we knew it it was over. 
Mischief had jumped on the end table beside the couch, the bat came too low and Mischief pounced.  The cat with the bat landed in the corner of the couch.
I quickly ran over and placed the fly swatter over the bat as Mischief had moved off the bat at this point.  The poor thing was squealing with fright and wriggling trying to get out from under the swatter.
"Quickly, get the tongs" I said to my son, and when he brought them over, I grabbed the bat, opened the front door and tossed the bat into the night air.
By now I was wide awake, and couldn't settle in to sleep right away.  When I did, I slept through my alarm and was late for market --- but at least I got there.
Mischief is now known at bat cat!

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