In case you weren’t aware, 9pm is bedtime for the ladies in the yard, as well as for Dustbunny and Oddball (see previous post).

I thought that the other night was a fluke, that Oddball hopped the fence because Dustbunny hopped the fence. That was an incorrect assumption, it seems.

Yesterday I spent the bulk of my afternoon/evening playing doula to a cat as she popped out 8 babies. At 9:07, I heard my roommate calling from the living room – “Oddball’s ready for bed”. I thought he’d come in from having a smoke and noticed Oddball at the fence, where he normally waits for me to put him to bed. But no, once again, he was in the kitchen. The roommate distracted the dogs enough to keep Oddball from freaking out (he doesn’t mind the dogs, as long as they aren’t actively chasing him).

I went to put Oddball to bed. At the moment, his accommodations are spare – a large Rubbermaid-type tote with some weld-wire over the top and some fluffy bedding stuff to keep him comfy. Today, he wasn’t interested in going in the tote. He wanted to stay with me. How sweet. He expressed this feeling by jumping back through the gap as I was trying to close the wire down. He landed somewhat off the mark – instead of my shoulder, he landed in my shirt. I now have a fun and frisky set of scratch marks down my front, and another on my face from him trying to climb back out.

I did get him back in, and once inside with the light off, he went right to sleep. Typical of many children, I think.

Do I need to start wearing turtlenecks? They make my face look fat!

Oh – and as a side note: