Phantom Cries

The other day I was reading an article in the NY Times about people that talk on their cellphones so often that they hear their cellphones ringing even when they are off. I admit, this has happened to me. I was walking the boys the other day, and no one else was around (so it wasn't someone elses phone ringing) and I swear I thought I heard my cell phone ring, but nope, it was silent as could be. As I checked the phone and deftly dropped it back in the Petunia Pickle Bottom, I had a "just kidding" moment. As in "just kidding, that didn't just happen."

Last night, I was pretty distraught when I heard a piercing scream at three in the morning, for a couple of reasons: It means that the sleep training isn't exactly working, I was wide awake and worried Mudd wouldn't fall back asleep, and Big D was snoring away which made everything that much more unbearable. I quickly got up to check on Mudd, even though I knew that I couldn't pick him up right away. I peeked in his room and he was silent as could be. Jam was sound asleep in the next room. Then I heard the cry again, but this time it sounded like a sharp shriek. It was actually coming from our bedroom. Sometimes Big D sleeptalks, but this is ridiculous. I went back into my room, and again heard nothing. This game was getting extremely vexsome and I was losing precious sleep and possibly going insane. Then I heard it again. But this time it sounded more like more cat and less colic. I looked outside the window and witnessed a bonafide cat fight ala Denise and Heather. I rolled my eyes and got back in bed. Feline fury, what's a girl to do?