That Sound
That Horrific Sound in the Dark of the Night
The cool night air stings like razors carving my skin as I violently toss the covers away in a tangled pile.
That sound!
That horrific, yet familiar sound that has stolen me from the warmth of my dreams, now leaves me jolted upright, legs dangling over the edge of my bed.
Shivering, through my body and the whole of my mind. Shivering and incoherent thoughts prevail.
That sound! There it is again.
BLEUCH…BLEUCHAAA…BLECH BLECH BLECH BLECH BLECH……BLEUCHAAAHHH
I catapult myself off the bed and stumble across the frigid hardwood, weary of every foot placement on landing.
Feeling like a drunk naked mole rat, and quite possibly looking like one, I stretch my still shivering arms; hoping, praying that I will find what I’m looking for before it’s too late.
Where are you, wall?
Where are you, light switch?
My hands reach the smooth painted drywall, moving upward, downward, left, right - searching, searching.
Aha!
I feel the edge of the switch plate, move my fingers to the switch, and my body one step closer to…
Splat, squish, ooze
Warm, gelatinous, slimy fuzziness slides between my toes, cooling as it nestles on the top of my foot in a hairy ball of “what the hell, Abigail!”
I heel-step back across the room to my bed, throw myself down on the edge, and snatch the one remaining Kleenex from the box on my night table.
Damn it!
I penguin-march to the washroom, grab a wad of tissue paper from the roll, and remove what’s left of the disgusting goo from my foot. The warm washcloth that follows settles my stomach as the mild soapy scent replaces the vomit-inducing odor of whatever-the-heck-that-was.
After scraping and mopping the rancid mess off the floor, it’s finally time to shut down the lights, climb back into bed, and find solace in the warmth of my down comforter.
As I lay my head on the pillow, I feel a tiny thump on the mattress and a small, furry grey-and-white head rub against my shoulder.
mew mew
Completely unignorable. No matter how much I try, she’s completely unignorable.
I pull an arm out from under the blankets to scratch her ears as she settles beside me, hoping she’ll soon get bored and move on.
purrrrrr puurrrr purrrrrrrrrrr
The soothing vibration relaxes me and I feel myself slipping back into dreamland as she moves away and jumps off the bed.
Now snuggled, warm and comfy under the covers, near fully asleep, all is right with the world again……. until
That sound!
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Cathy holmes
Canadian family girl with a recently discovered love for writing. Other loves include animals and sports.
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Comments (26)
Oh this is too relatable! The joys of being a cat.... owner? Servant? 🤪
I love this…it sounds so so so familiar😻
This is amusing. I've lost count of how many times I've done the "heel walk" - so relatable! Great stuff.
NICE
❤️
This is so beautiful 😻 Love it 🥰
well written. love your sense of humour!!!
Hahahaha, I was laughing already by the start of paragraph three!! Abigail strikes again!! I don't know how I missed this earlier but thanks for the heads-up Cathy, it was perfect!
Aurgggh! That sound that can be heard over three rooms away. Knowing there's nothing to do but let it pass. And then, hopefully, get it cleaned up before someone else steps in it. All the while trying to remember, she feels more miserable about this than I feel.
Fantastic!!! Fabulous entry, my friend!!!💕💖💖
Abigail! The gift. Lol. Love it 🥰
Awww! Dear Abigail has a wonderful cat mama!
LOL LOL LOL :)
Dear Cathy ~ Prose doesn't fall-far from the "Holmes" 'Bro and Sis' Family tree ~ Jay Kantor, Chatsworth, California 'Senior' Vocal Author - Vocal "Family" Community -
Yep, that sound and that squish yeah know them well, ya took me back with this on cathy good job 😊
Thank you Cathy, I can relate to this. Bloody cats have robbed me of much sleep.
Haha gross! Very vivid description of the hairball. 😺💖
Ewwww 🤣 I loved the penguin march, lol! Well now you know what you gonna do. You gotta BLEUCH…BLEUCHAAA…BLECH BLECH BLECH BLECH BLECH……BLEUCHAAAHHH when Abigail is sleeping 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Bahahahaha omg that sound and that smell lol 🤢🤣.
Cathy, as always, you crack me up! 😅❤️ I would recognize that sound anywhere, LOL! Great job with the senses!
I knew what was coming, love this
Hilarious stuff! Loved how tense you made it and you described the noise and mess perfectly! love it!
LOL!!! Nothing gets you up faster than that sound!!! Great work making this feel so realistic (but also ew...hahaha)!!
Fantastic!!! Fabulous entry, my friend!!!💕💖💖
That is a horror story! From the first sentence, I was thinking about hearing that horrible harking noise my dog makes when he's going to Ralph & how quickly we fly out of bed. So gross! But then, we pat him on the head after the mess is cleaned up. 🙀