A fearsome howl! My sleepy fingers grope, the light switch once again beyond my reach. I yelp, the baby's plastic Lego brick now wedged between my first toe and its mate and staggering, the curses swallowed fast, the window's outline palely from without not traced, more sketched by bright but distant light beneath which feline mewling harshly rends what once were silent, calm suburban winds impelling me more swiftly round the bed before my neighbors' ire awakens too. A shirt, once smooth, now wrinkled on the floor lies muttering, a sour disgruntled heap. Its buttons glimmer as, with evil aim it plants itself beneath my wobbly feet, its vengeance foiled as I maintain my grip but wall, an able co-conspirator exacts a clonk from my unbalanced head. And now the door approaches, sturdy glass. Its squeak of effort echoes round the house absorbed at once by pointed fuzzy ears. I barely note the black staccato blur that signals my nocturnal chore is done. The strident cat, contented, warm and fed now hums and vibrates on the family bed. Its gentle whirring cools my muttered curse, my sleep again exchanged for feline bliss
