I am so tired. I was fully intending to go for a run this morning, I'd laced my new trainers up and laid out my gym kit all ready to go, I'd set my alarm to go off at 6 and I'd read up on stretching.
The best laid plans of mice and cat owners.
I probably went to bed at about midnight, which was later then I had intended but not a disaster, and was just about to fall asleep when Doc asked where Edith was. Because she usually sleeps on our bed, and she wasn't there.
Doc went to check if she was in the living room, and when she wasn't he climbed up the ladder to the loft bed. Edith was up there having a wash. I came and helped him get her down, then we went back to bed.
We had just switched the light off when we heard a very distinctive noise; paws climbing wooden rungs. sigh.
Doc said we should just leave her up there until she realised she was stuck and miaowed for help down. If he'd stopped talking there, I'd probably have gone to sleep because I was really tired by this point and still hoping to get enough sleep to go for a run. Doc C's brain tends to be a worst case scenario generator, and he carried on talking. Maybe Edith wouldn't make any noise when she wanted to get down. Maybe she'd pee on the futon mattress up there. Maybe she'd hurt herself trying to get down.
Ugh. Well I couldn't leave her up there and go to sleep with those scenarios cycling through my head. So I got up, and carried Edith back down the ladder. Doc still hadn't actually seen Edith climbing the ladder, and since she was clearly in the mood to, we both climbed up ourselves and called her up. She was very happy to demonstrate her ladder climbing, which, whilst it's not graceful, is effective and she was very quickly up the ladder again.
Well. What to do now? Edith was clearly determined to get up to the loft, and the ladder is bolted in position so we couldn't just move it out of the way. Fortunately we had bought a new shower curtain that afternoon, and not yet thrown away the old one; so I wrapped that around the ladder and tied it in place. Edith watched me very closely, and stayed on the mezzanine when we went back to bed. Again.
There was silence for a while, presumably Edith was eyeing up this new obstacle before making another attempt. Then there was a scrabbling noise when she was trying to climb the ladder over the top of he slippery shower curtain. She gave up on that fairly quickly, and then tried something else which didn't get her up to the loft but did knock over several rolls of wrapping paper I hadn't found a home for yet.
Then she gave up and came to sleep with us.