Late Night Science
My nights have a pattern that goes something like this. We go to bed, I fall asleep first. After this point any hopes or dreams of a night of uninterrupted sleep are over. Forget it. Not mine. On the other hand, should I ever be allowed to breed, I will have the feeding schedule nicely imprinted, and well practiced. The rest of the night goes as follows.
At some point in the night the dog will want to go out and will start making doggie noises. Eventually this wakes Sara enough that she groans, hits, or kicks me awake. I get up and let the dog out. I lay down on the couch to sleep. The dog barks at the door. I get up and open the door. The dog didn't want in though, the dog just wanted backup. The dog now having backup runs off into the darkness to face whatever it is he needed backup for. Unamused, I go back to sleep on the couch. The dog comes to the door and barks to be let back in. This time he comes in. Repeat entire process two to three times a night.
Last night however, something else happened. Something interesting, something science-y. I go to the couch and start to move the orange blanket out of the way so I can lay down. Unknown to me however our orange cat is sleeping there already. My hand brushes the cat. ZAPP! Lightning springs from my hands to the cat. The cat is not amused. I am amused. I saw sparks!
I begin to take a real interest in petting the cat. Sparks are leaping between my hand and the cats fur to the point that it is illuminating the cat in the darkness. Not just one spark but a symphony of sparks, a tiny thunderstorm in my hand. This is awesome! For the cat, not so much. Tired of being the source of my pleasure, he wanders off to find a place to sleep where he won't get electrocuted.
Fine. Be that way.
I go to sleep on the couch. Continue loop.
