I came home late that night, when everyone else was asleep. Once I turned it off, I grabbed my phone and wallet out of the trunk of my Vespa, and headed down the sidewalk to the front door. As I reached for the doorknob, I heard something moving in the bushes behind me, and just as I opened it, a gray ball of fur darted inside. This was our basic routine whenever I got home late, since our gray cat, Jem, liked to come and go as she pleased.
After I got inside, I headed upstairs and straight to bed. I was exhausted, it was passed midnight, so it was even too late to take the dog out, and I just wanted my pillow! Flopping down on the bed, I dropped my stuff on the end table, and snuggled with said pillow until I drifted off to sleep.
It wasn't long before the cats started fighting, causing me to stir from the edge of sleep. It was annoying, but I was...