By the time I got to bed my stomach was upset and I was so tired I had chills. This happens to me several times a week now, and I'm hoping it's just a passing fad my body is experimenting with. I was so tired I forgot to set my alarm clock. If the Cat Alarm hadn't gone off at 7:05 I'd have overslept terribly, instead of just oversleeping slightly.
My slumbers (and the Socialist's) were disturbed at about 2:00 a.m. by a loud shattering crash from the living room. The Socialist went down to investigate and discovered that one of our furry idiots (he was blaming the Kitten) had dislodged a candleholder from its home on the top of his CD rack, pulverizing one of the glass inserts. The votive holder wasn't just broken, but it was nearly atomized. The other four that were part of the candleholder were unblemished. I can't imagine how this happened, especially since it landed on the carpet, but there was no denying the evidence.
This is the scene as it greeted me this morning. The Socialist had cordoned off the area by
strategically moving a few small pieces of furniture and some boxes, but the accident scene
itself was basically untouched.
A closer inspection of the shattered bits of the blue glass candleholder that had been atomized.
It looks as if a small bomb went off inside the candleholder. I begin to suspect that one
of the cats is a terrorist sympathizer.
And finally, a full view of the scene of the crime. That candleholder sat on top of this CD rack
for seven months, ever since we moved. And back at the old apartment, it sat there for an
additional year or so. Why someone (and I'm not entirely sure it was Kitten) suddenly
developed a case of the clumsies last night after all this time I'm not sure.
I doubt I'll be able to find a replacement for the blue glass candleholder, but who knows. If I have enough energy, perhaps I'll go looking this weekend.