Once in a while I kinda, sorta, wish my Es were more like a dog. One of those times was at 4:30 this morning.

My husband is out of town. We have a security system on the house that, when armed, detects motion at various points throughout the house (and glass break and doors opening and smoke.)

It went off at 4:30 this morning. It would wake the dead. I stumbled downstairs to disarm it. Here I am...pjs. no glasses, no slippers. The systems says...motion detected...garage. Great.

Where are my brave guard kitties? Peeking cautiously down the stairs. "Is it safe to come down?" they asked. "We'll just wait for you here!"

So as I am looking out all the windows with a flashlight they slowly come down and peek around corners watching me.

I decide to go back to bed. THEY decide it will help my jangled nerves if they play for a while. I believe the game is called Mongrel Hordes? Run up and down the stairs, stomp, thump, pound.

Long about 5:30 they rejoined me in bed. "Don't worry momma, we'll protect you!"

Yeah, right!