Even after we let Cloud stay downstairs unsupervised, we were still taking her up and putting her in my sewing room at night, just to prevent cat-fights at the foot of the bed – or worse yet, on our feet – at dark hours of night. Things seem to be calming down steadily, though, so we took the next step and have been letting all three cats roam freely at night this week. For the most part, that’s worked fine. I have kept my Spray Bottle of Doom on my night-table, but generally have not had need of it.
Now, there is one problem with grabbing a spray bottle in the dark when one has been rudely wakened by feline curses and does not have glasses on. No, not aim, not exactly. My aim was spectacular, and that at which the spray was directed was indeed properly if briefly soaked. The problem is determining direction. I pointed the spray bottle toward the cats, squeezed the lever and sprayed…..
Myself. Yes, gentle readers, I had it pointed backwards.
I’m wide awake now, with my glasses on, and very glad that at least I didn’t squirt my husband. I’m pretty sure he would have found it funny, but he needs his sleep.