...and incidentally, I've typed that blog title so many times that my computer automatically fills in the rest of the text once I type 'Se'.
So while the Baby was napping this afternoon, I was sitting in the nice quiet living room, reading, and I hear this... this... snorting, wheezing, growl noise.
It sounded, I kid you not, like a BEAR.
No, I do not as a rule hang out with bears, but I've seen quite a few in zoos over the years, and I've heard them make that noise before. So I kind of sat up and looked over my shoulder, out the back door. Bears used to be native to the area, though I doubt one has been seen here in the last fifty years. If I DID see one in the wild, the shock alone would kill me (we run more to bunnies and moles around here). Of course, there was no bear. When I began looking for the source of the noise, I found it pretty quick.
Sekhmet was snoring, asleep under the table right next to me. She NEVER sleeps there.
I'd have taken a photo, but really, you had to HEAR it to think 'ferocious beast'.
Sekhmet, you fucker.