The Fog, the Bat, and Other Things...

The Fog, the Bat, and Other Things...

Well, my readers might have wondered where I have been. Don't worry! I take breaks, but I am still around...You see, I handle too many personal blogs, plus I write in a Christian American Poetry Forum. I joined a wonderful Online Christian Community back in 2005.
So, I keep my mind active.
Standing confused and feeling ill in the wee hours of the night, I still wonder what has happened...
The weather has been drifting from freezing rain to cloudy, gloomy days. Then, the fog took over, like a spooky white wall driving one from insane nightmares to sleepless nights. You see, I suffer from a chronic allergy and asthma, plus other health issues. Now, I have caught bronquitis and laryngitis with a bad weather. Breathing normally is always good news for me.
After a while, I heard my three cats, Frank, my over 17-year-old Siamese, and my rescued cats over 10-year-old siblings, Sonya and Ositoy, rambling, running wildly and howling in despair.
I was at the computer room taking a break from writing, looking for some homes to buy in a lovely Southern State, and trying to feel romantic about that...
Suddenly, I saw something flying wildly in the hallway towards the living room. My cats were chasing the black flying object, the night bird, the bat.

At that point, Doctor Paul came in from one of his private patient's visits. Paul is a Physician Surgeon, a Scientist doing some Scientific Research.

In a fraction of a second, the bat disappeared from out of sight. So, we had an unobtrusive, calm supper thinking that the bat had flown away from our 15th floor balcony.

Before I head for bedtime, I usually close windows, lock doors, check cats, and other things that are supposed to be in order before I finally go to sleep...

However, I was wrong this time. At midnight, the bat was still indoors and dangling adrift from the stairs with his head down. The ladder leads to the private terrace upon the 16th floor.

My cat, Sonya jumped on the table pointing her eyes towards the bat, and I stood in awe. So, I called out Paul -who was trying to catch some sleep, and showed him where the bat was with my flashlight, and said: "Go up there and get it out of here, please!!"

In no time, I dashed off and headed for my room and closed the door. I waited there for a few minutes. Then, I heard Paul saying: "Don't worry! The bat is gone. He flew away..."

Oh, what a release I felt! I had a hectic day, I thought to myself. It isn't easy to feel romantic, or write new poems, or new stories nowadays with bad news like these ones...

The good part of the tale is that I feel safe in a way, because my cats are always watching and guarding their territory about what is going on there, so that I may sleep in peace. In fact, my furry buddies behave well as security guards at home. My dear animals are certainly my best friends. I am their mom after all.

I used to live with ten cats at one point in time. Some of them were my Siamese, but others were orphans. I rescued them from the streets where cruel folks had been abandoned at only 15 days old. I used to feed them with a bottle of milk.

Well, going back to the bat's story, it is not unusual these sort of bats' visits in our tower building in the evening. In fact, it's rather common, yet an unpleasant visit. It has already been a number of times that bats entered into our apartment, and I had a fit, a nervous breakdown. Imagine!!...

Joe,  my computer teacher, told me once that an army of bats entered into his computer room, yet he took care of the plight saying: "Do NOT make a mountain out of a molehill!!"

It is easy said than done...

I hope you enjoy reading today's story.

Have a terrific time!!

Poet Starry Dawn.