Repeat the Mantra ...

Repeat the mantra ... "Isabella loves me, Isabella loves me" ... that's all I can think of in order to keep from strangling her! Yes, my dear sweet Isabella has wakened me up 2 nights in a row. There I am very peaceful, and suddenly little paws are pouncing around my head, trying to keep captive, her lovely gift to me

.... a big ole' black, creepy -----!!! CRICKET !!!


yes, not once, but TWICE. Luckily, last night, I was hip to the game and hopped up (no pun intended) fast.


Night One of my Own Personal Hell, however, I was not prepared. Certain that the game was with her typical "prey", a harmless sparkly ball, I grabbed over my left shoulder to throw it out into the hall. As the "sparkly ball" began wiggling, though, the error or my ways was obvious.

Does this look like an evil cricket hunter to you? Please Isabella, stop the madness

I can't take this .....