Two nights ago, as I lay in bed just drifting off to sleep, I heard a noise which sounded for all the world like someone trying the knob of the door directly beneath our bedroom.
I sprang from bed, turned on the light in back of the house, grabbed a flashlight which didn’t work, turned on the hall light.
I looked down the stairs through the plastic sheeting which still divides the inhabitable part of our house from the portion under renovation, trying to discern any movement in the darkness.
My heart was racing as I envisioned confronting an intruder.
Finally I realized that the noise was caused by a cat.
I never used to be jumpy like this. Hell, we lived here for a good portion of 2006 without locking doors on the lower floor. At some times we didn’t even have doors at all.
Xy slept through the whole thing. I didn’t even mention it to her in the morning.