It wasn't a train whistle!
Here in the magnolia state, it is hot. And we are just beginning the summer. The warmest days are still a couple of months away. This dark-coiffed diva is not looking forward to it!
Okay! I have to share this little slice of real life with you. It was early (3-ish) one morning and I was sleeping behind Poppi's knees. I felt Mummi getting out of bed, but I was still pretty much asleep. All of a sudden there was this high pitched screech or whistle. It went on for a good twenty or thirty seconds. Stopped. And then was punctuated with a short brrrpp! My sensitive schnozz was abruptly assaulted. It smelled as if the sewers of Satan had been dumped on my head. My eyes began to tear and I was gasping for fresh air. I struggled mightily, finally clawed clear of the covers, and tossed my head from side-to-side. I took a couple of deep, fresh breaths and noticed a couple of things. Mummi was standing beside the bed, grinning like a Cheshire cat at my struggles, and Poppi was still asleep. I was wondering how this was possible when I realized that Poppi was responsible! For the noise and the smell! And in his sleep! Life is so unfair sometimes. If I did that they would make me go outside so that I could finish my business. Poppi didn't even wake up. Sigggghhhh! Such is a Diva's fate!
Hugs, kisses, and belly rubs for all!