Day 197 – Space-Time

This morning I discovered a rupture in the fabric of space-time down the hallway near the master bedroom.

We have two cats.

In many ways they are polar opposites:

  • Obie is white (mostly)
    Amber is black (mostly)
  • Obie enjoys showers (once wet)
    Amber hates showers (with a passion)
  • Obie hates lightning
    Amber sits at the screen door watching the lightning barely out of range of the rain splattering about her paws(!?)
  • Obie loves people (but is less cuddly these days)
    Amber is terrified of strangers (but not anymore)

When Amber wants something in the morning, she meows. She jumps on the bed. She walks over us to the other side of the bed. She jumps back off the bed, circles around, rinse, repeat.

The bedroom door is closed these days.

When Obie wants something in the morning, he scratches at the bedroom door, meowing and waits for some sucker to open it. This is very effective because he pauses random periods between attempts making it impossible to sleep through.

The hallway door is also closed these days.

On the whole, the airlock solution works well. The cats can do whatever they feel like to the hallway door, and with the second door in between me and the sound, I can barely tell when they do it. I readily sleep through their attempts now.

The Purrpetrator
The Purrpetrator

This morning Obie was the purrpetrator of disrupting my sleep. At about 8am he was scratching at the bedroom door hoping to be let in. I got up, carried him out of the hallway and closed the hallway door, and got back to bed.

That should have been it till I woke up properly.

At 8:30am, the same thing happened with a second Obie. I locked Obie-2 on the other side of the door as well and went back to bed.

Then at 9am, once more, the same thing. Obie-3 also left on the other side, I finally got to sleep till I could sleep no more at about 10am. Miraculously, when I went to feed the cats, there was only one Obie left on the other side of the door.

I have no idea what happened to the other two, nor which Obie we now have left.

The only logical conclusion I can come to though is that the other two came through a tear in space-time that recurred this morning somewhere between 8am and 9am, somewhere in the hallway. I presume that a similar phenomenon swallowed two of the Obies in the kitchen later; I just hope it was the corresponding copies, otherwise the universes might now be out of balance.