The cat, the dog, the fight, the spigot

Chapter 291

The garage (carport in southern-speak) and house have about 18 inches in between them. Its an unintended breezeway between the two, too small for anything useful, just an entrance to under the house and an outdoor facet is located there. My bedroom is located precisely in the middle of this L shaped breezeway between the house and the garage.

This morning, at 4:23 am, a cat and a dog met there in the breezeway, whether on purpose or not, I have no idea, but meet they did. It was an explosive violent and noisy meeting. I am certain people all across the entire county heard this ruckus. They may still be fighting for all I know. They were banging all over the place out there, first against the garage and then against the house, barking and screeching, impossible to tell which had the upper hand, and eventually after what seemed like an hour, and was likely 15 seconds or less, the fight and battle moved on out of building’s harm way.

I flopped over in hopes of getting some more sleep, but soon my dad was up and out of bed, and turning on every light in the house, so my hope for sleep wasn’t very hopeful. I thought he was up because of the mouse traps we had been setting this week (this is another story for another day) and he had caught one the night before at about this time of morning and had woken us all up disposing of the mouse. So I figured that why he was stomping around the house. But I was wrong. He heard water running somewhere. And that was driving him crazy, but he doesn’t hear well enough to figure out where is was coming from.

So he eventually knocked on my door and asked me to help him locate where the water was running. Long story short, it was the outside spigot where the dog and cat met and had a disagreement. So violent was their disagreement, that in the middle of their fight, they hit the facet so hard, that it turned the water on, and eventually my dad heard it.

I never did get back to sleep.