Woke up at 3am to an unusual sound I didn't recognize. Both cats on the bed with me went in to full "alert" mode.
If it actually were a burglar, then getting up and moving around would only alert him\her to the fact that the owner of the house was awake. And I do have an alarm system ... so I just grabbed my cell phone into my hand and stayed in bed to listen.
The originally quiet sound got a bit louder. It was like someone was banging on a door. After a couple more minutes, I got brave enough to get out of bed (quietly) and listen. From the bed, I thought it was downstairs. From the edge of the bedroom, I thought it was upstairs.
So I put some pants on, and with my heart racing, started wandering around upstairs checking the other bedroom and bathroom.
Nothing. The house is silent now.
Back in my bedroom, I start thinking I should go downstairs, when the sound starts up again. This time it's a little more urgent. It's faster and louder.
So I headed downstairs and went straight to the alarm. It was still engaged, and both doors were still closed, no windows open anywhere. Now I'm really puzzled.
Headed back upstairs, and I could hear hte sound again!
This time it was strong enough I went right to the source ... the closet in the library. This time there was a slight muffled mewing with the banging.
I open the door, and out runs Pluma!
You see, I have my house for sale, and one of the things people do when they look is to open closet doors. I had two lookers yesterday. Before I went to bed, I closed the door. I even called out because I know Pluma likes closets. So I called out for him and gave him a moment to show his face. He didn't. Silly bugger probably slept thru my calling and solidly from 10pm until 3am.
I have lots of boxes in there, and when I finally opened the door, he was on the topmost box at my eye level (like I said, I have the house for sale, I've boxed up and stashed a lot in closets in order ot make the rest of the house look neat). I'd be willing to bet that each time he decided to make himself known, he moved up in the stacks of boxes, until he was high enough to make a real racket!
Whew, my adrenaline is getting back to normal now ....