Now, it's 2AM. I went to bed, just nicely got settled, checked to see if anything good was on TV since I am jumping at every noise now, and thinking I would mess myself if I saw another bat after the last episode. Yep, folks, you guess it. I looked up and there's another little dickens flying around my room. I crawl back under my comforter, take a deep breath and climb back into my clothes to do a encore performance for any neighbors who might have missed the first one. This time was easier. It was in the kitchen by the time I got downstairs and the cats had it trapped and hanging on a curtain. I moved the cats, scared the bat so he flew, opened the screen and he flew out(I hope). I threw the blanket over my head after I opened the window, heard something and when I looked, one of the cats was trying to go out of the window. I haven't seen him since and the cat's are doing their own thing. I am waaayyy too old for this. If I am still up at 2, I want to see lights flickerin and hear someone yelling "Last Call"!! I am going to go upstairs one last time. I am going to shut my door this time and pray they aren't getting into the house from my room.
