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Sam and Friends BookSometime between 3:30 and 4:00 this morning: I hear sort of a banging sound coming from outside my room; one of the side effects from the sleeping medication my mother takes causes her to get up in the middle of the night with the munchies, so I assumed it was her messing around in the kitchen.
A few minutes later: my mom bursts into my room and wakes it me up telling me two wolves tried to get into Tommie's cage and get her. Damage done: they tore off part of the doorway to one of the doors of her cage, a larger piece of wood has been broken off but I can't tell from at the moment, the front of her cage is chewed up, and her litter tray has been detached. Tommie's current mood: like a frightened turtle, my current mood: anxiety-ridden. The wolves were strong enough to drag her cage a few feet across the patio trying to get to her. We leave the porch light and the blinds in the glass door open, I was unable to fall back asleep, so I layed in bed with both ears open.
5:15 A.M.: I hear some thumping going on outside my room, I hop out of bed, race to the back door, look out the window, and sure enough there's a huge tanish colored wolf pulling at Tommie's cage (my mom saw two earlier, but I just saw one this time); I open the door at shout at it saying "YOU LEAVE HER ALONE AND GET OUT OF HERE!" To my surprise, it took off running, but as requested, I woke my parents up, and my dad came out and we moved her into our screened-in back porch... the wolves were probably capable of busting through the screen, but that's all we could do for her at the moment. Tommie's current mood: remarkably calm, my current mood: adrenaline and heart pounding (I also have a small fear of dogs, but this was my first time dealing with actual wild wolves).
Sometime between 5:20 and 5:30 A.M.: After two attempts at ordering bunny stew for take-out, I simply could NOT go back to bed I was too anxiety-ridden; so I sat in my room for almost two hours on patrol (reading a book to keep my mind at ease while I kept my ears open). I made about twenty-five-to-thirty trips to the back door and window to see if the wolves were up to anything, and I even jumped at the sounds of planes over head and eventually birds singing. Tommie's current: STIFF AS A BOARD! She was frozen stiff for two hours!
Currently: Dad's off to work, and I'm still up, tired, and a little hungry; and Tommie must be because she's eating her food like she normally does. Now that's slowly becoming more daylight outside, I'm confident that we won't be seeing anymore wolves for a few hours. Tommie's current mood: hungry, my current mood: exhausted, but a little relieved.
The real scary part is that my Radar-like senses kicked in! Just the other day while we were celebrating her own little birthday (she turned four-years-old, and if God helps up out, by the middle of October we will have had her for three entire years) I was thinking to myself "I have the sickening feeling that one of these days, something bad is going to happen to her when I least expect it." And lo and behold it did!
I'm going to do my best to try to put Tommie at ease today, while my parents formulate a plan to kill the wolves (they're thinking of setting up things of poison-filled beef out back for them if they come back). I don't know if I'll be able to sleep tonight, and I'm sure Tommie will have trouble taking her catnaps this afternoon; we'll just have to wait and see.
A few minutes later: my mom bursts into my room and wakes it me up telling me two wolves tried to get into Tommie's cage and get her. Damage done: they tore off part of the doorway to one of the doors of her cage, a larger piece of wood has been broken off but I can't tell from at the moment, the front of her cage is chewed up, and her litter tray has been detached. Tommie's current mood: like a frightened turtle, my current mood: anxiety-ridden. The wolves were strong enough to drag her cage a few feet across the patio trying to get to her. We leave the porch light and the blinds in the glass door open, I was unable to fall back asleep, so I layed in bed with both ears open.
5:15 A.M.: I hear some thumping going on outside my room, I hop out of bed, race to the back door, look out the window, and sure enough there's a huge tanish colored wolf pulling at Tommie's cage (my mom saw two earlier, but I just saw one this time); I open the door at shout at it saying "YOU LEAVE HER ALONE AND GET OUT OF HERE!" To my surprise, it took off running, but as requested, I woke my parents up, and my dad came out and we moved her into our screened-in back porch... the wolves were probably capable of busting through the screen, but that's all we could do for her at the moment. Tommie's current mood: remarkably calm, my current mood: adrenaline and heart pounding (I also have a small fear of dogs, but this was my first time dealing with actual wild wolves).
Sometime between 5:20 and 5:30 A.M.: After two attempts at ordering bunny stew for take-out, I simply could NOT go back to bed I was too anxiety-ridden; so I sat in my room for almost two hours on patrol (reading a book to keep my mind at ease while I kept my ears open). I made about twenty-five-to-thirty trips to the back door and window to see if the wolves were up to anything, and I even jumped at the sounds of planes over head and eventually birds singing. Tommie's current: STIFF AS A BOARD! She was frozen stiff for two hours!
Currently: Dad's off to work, and I'm still up, tired, and a little hungry; and Tommie must be because she's eating her food like she normally does. Now that's slowly becoming more daylight outside, I'm confident that we won't be seeing anymore wolves for a few hours. Tommie's current mood: hungry, my current mood: exhausted, but a little relieved.
The real scary part is that my Radar-like senses kicked in! Just the other day while we were celebrating her own little birthday (she turned four-years-old, and if God helps up out, by the middle of October we will have had her for three entire years) I was thinking to myself "I have the sickening feeling that one of these days, something bad is going to happen to her when I least expect it." And lo and behold it did!
I'm going to do my best to try to put Tommie at ease today, while my parents formulate a plan to kill the wolves (they're thinking of setting up things of poison-filled beef out back for them if they come back). I don't know if I'll be able to sleep tonight, and I'm sure Tommie will have trouble taking her catnaps this afternoon; we'll just have to wait and see.
