NOISES OFF!

WHA’???

Well, you know when someone is delivering a package (more often lately, who knows why) or wants to park his delivery truck in our parking spot for a minute and so rings our VERY LOUD DOORBELL at the street, you know how that COULD possibly make a relaxed, sleeping kitty jump right out of her skin,  You know how that is?

Wells, that’s how it is HERE.

I am snoozing, dreaming, minding my own business, half-in, half-out of enlightened mind consciousness, when EEEEERRRRRT! (That’s how the bell sounds to me, not like a bell at all but like a metal scraper scraping on a metal washboard, whatever that is).

EEEEERRRRRT!  More insistant this time…

And the funny thing is, if mama is exercising right next to the door that leads to the street where delivery people ring, she can’t hear it!  So where does it ring?  IN MY PART OF THE HOUSE, that’s where, right near my sun puddle or padded suitcase snooze space or on the lovely also-sun-drenched guest bed.  And I’m the only one whose fur goes electric and whose sensitive little ears ring and whose body flies inches off the bed into the air and then comes back down to make another attempt at a NAP.

Jeez.

But…on the other hand, those package people could be put to another use along with their selfless delivery, come rain or shine, of our necessities.  Why not this, haha, from mama’s sisinlaw, the funiest one ever: