*The lesson in today's installment is that it has been generally thought that Charles (or, as I like to refer to him, 'Chuck Baby') Dickens invented the cliffhanger. Cliffhangers were important to literature in the 1800s, as books were first published in installments in literary magazines, and the only guarantee that someone would buy the next installment was to 'leave 'em hangin'.*
I was doing my usual post-supper workout, which basically consisted of cuing up the iPod and dancing around the house to the strains of "don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me" when I heard a weird noise, which wasn't easy due to the whole ear bud situation. It wasn't the usual cat-created noise (which generally consists of random 'thunks' as they throw themselves at shadows like two suicidal moths at a flame) or mice-created noise (which the cats SHOULD have taken care of but didn't) or even the noise of the other human with whom I share my house. (He was in his usual prone position on the couch in the sunroom, making old man noises from various orifices. Or is it 'orifi'?)
No...this noise was different.