Coping with the "Thing".

Note to readers (my lovely Baggees): For the avoidance of any doubt - every character in this blog is me!!! No Baggy was harmed in its writing.

Baggy's daily state!
Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Blue.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 7.
Tears: No.
Overall day(s): 😽

What a night! Furry Mama was woken up by a highly stressed Minty Mutt at 3.30am. Clever Bird couldn't work out why. But Mint was constantly hitting the side of the bed with his paw, and panting like a steam train going up a hill. Baggy dragged herself out of bed and stroked the mutt. No change. She got back into bed. Mint restarted the pawing. "What's the matter Minty?"
"I'm terrified."
"I can see that baby, but why?"
"The thing."
What thing? Noise? Baggy has the hearing of a bat, but she could hear nothing except, squeaky snoring (from Bracket), panting and pawing. Furry Mama tried to concentrate. She could just about hear the odd rumble. Probably from Lincolnshire! Nowhere even vaguely close.
"See?"
"But Minty, your Dad snores a hundred times louder than that."
"Yes, but that's not scary Mum."
"Well, frankly, I'm not sure that I agree with you there, but still."
"It's the thing that's scary."
Furry Mama tried to tune in a bit better. Suddenly she understood. The "thing" was in the very air in the bedroom. The atmosphere almost felt as though it was alive. Then there was an almost silent rumble that Psychic Ploppo felt rather than heard. Baggy shivered.
"Right Mint, let's try to shut it out."
Baggy opened the voile curtains, wound up the blind and attempted to push up the sash window. Minty Mutt came and attached himself to Furry Mama's leg. "It's okay baby. I understand." Baggy fought the stuck sash, while Clever Bird registered two facts at once, firstly the house opposite had its lights on and the curtains open, and secondly Baggy was in her usually bedroom attire - nothing. Ah well, hopefully no one in the opposite house got a nasty shock.

An hour later Furry Mama finally heard Mint snoring. The alarm went off at 8.00am. Hormonal Hannah switched it off. Mint woofed. Baggy groaned. Mint woofed again. Clever Bird noticed the time - 10.00am. Mint woofed. The Domestic Goddess swore. Baggy leapt out of bed throwing her dressing gown on as she went. "It'll be the highchair for the holiday cottage you stupid woman." She opened the front door, wishing that her "epilator socks" were a reality, as Baggy's furry legs stuck out of the bottom of her dressing gown. She was so busy trying to hide them from the delivery man - who was way more interested in the huge German Shepherd who was barking his head off and shooting past Baggy - that she forgot her loose dressing gown as she bent over to sign the computer-thingy. The poor bloke couldn't get away fast enough. But at least The Goddess has her highchair for the holiday cottage.

The rest of the day has vanished in a blur of pricing things for the antique fair, while the furries amused themselves - how is it already the evening? Time for supper.....................