Fearless Cat

"Cats are fearless." That's what my friend Missy told me after I told her this next story. I agree with her, and up until recently, if she would have spoken those same words, then I would have said, "Well, that's because they're Satan's minions." Now I'm not sure if that's entirely true. Here's the story.

Will and I were enjoying our first home-cooked meal in our new place when I saw a black flash out of the corner of my right eye. Will says, "Oh my gosh," and I knew something was flying around in the dining room and it wasn't a fly. A locust? No. A bird? No. A bat? YES! A big, hairy, fangy, icky, bat! Now, I have seen bats before and this one was the largest I have ever seen. I have seen mouse-sized bats that are actually not scary. Not this one! It flew into our bedroom...of course. Quickly behind the bat was Melodee, up on the bed, waiting for the creature to circle close. Jump! She actually made contact with the bat! It didn't stop it, but Will and I (who had bolted into the spare bedroom/office, decided we'd let Melodee have a go at the bat before we tried anything.

After a few minutes, we came out of the room, hoping to discover a dead bat and a proud cat. Wrong. The bat at taken refuge in my closet! Melodee had cornered it, but really, in my clothes?! We poked around in the closet but couldn't find anything. Maybe it wasn't in the closet after all? NO! Here it comes again! This is the part of the story where Carolyn screams for an entire 5-7 minutes. It was like giving a Toastmasters speech, just acting like a crazed screaming school girl. I'm sure the neighbors were happy. I screamed from my bedroom, through the living room, through the dining room, through the kitchen, and into the bathroom.

After a few seconds, I decided to come out and help Will, who was now armed with an older white bed sheet. The bat soon flew followed a similar path I had just taken and made it's way into the kitchen. With the door open, we were going to force it out, Will with the bed sheet, me with a large towel. As it flew around the kitchen, I screamed louder every time it flew in my general direction. This thing better make its way out the door or I am going to have a heart attack!

Finally, our winged friend exited the house. Will could not believe that just happened. My heart was racing and I was still scared to enter the kitchen, where the bat came from in the first place. Melodee was still on guard in our bedroom, waiting for the creature to return, ready for more. The bottom line is that I am the scardy cat and Melodee is fearless, and to be honest, that is just fine by me.