Linus is in the habit of waking up around 3am, playful and rearing to go. he'll jump up on the bed with a little "meow?" and get in the window, or even run around the house happily talking to himself.

saturday morning was no exception...but he never STOPPED. just walking around the house, constantly talking. he even went so far as to scratch at EVERYTHING...the blanket I had covering me, Doug's boots, the couch cushions...urgh! CAT, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

I tried everything I could think of...checked his food, checked boots and blankets and cushions for hidden toys...NOTHING was calming that cat down.

and then...oh, yes, and then...he jumped up on me and gave me the most unique and disturbing experience of my life...my reaction was pretty much "Doug...get in here...NOW!!!!"

"What's wrong?"

"THE CAT IS PEEING ON ME!!!"

so we bunched up the blanket I had covering me and let him finish his business...I mean, whatdya gonna do? and when Doug picked him up to take him to his litter pan, we learned what the poor thing had been trying desperately to tell us for HOURS.

"PEOPLE...THE DOOR TO THE BASEMENT IS CLOSED AND I CAN'T GET TO MY POTTY!!!"

he finally found a way to tell me that broke all the language barriers. *giggle*