Well it’s 2am and most people are asleep, not me! Why you ask? Well because there is a cat in my Bathroom. Yup a cat. Oh did I forget to mention I don’t own a cat, or particularly like cats. But there is one in my bathroom. I am scared to death. How did it get there? Well sometimes my back door doesn’t catch all the way. At 12;00am when we got home the back door was adjar. We had went to dinner with Laura and then met some friends for drinks. I don’t drink much and last night/tonight not at all, Pete on the other hand was feeling pretty good after 11 drinks or so. So we see the door open and are like GREAT! There is a family of stray cats in the neighborhood and this is the first winter we haven’t had mice so I don’t mind them, usually! So we check the house and find no cats, dogs, mice, rats, bears, etc. I had been wanting Pete to come to bed so we could “fool around” but then in his intoxicated state, he got pissy about the door and how I had left yesterday morning and not been home once. Oh and did I mention the tempature? No, oh well it was about 10 degrees outside, about 30 degrees in my downstairs, and about 110 degrees upstairs. The heat had ran and ran all day, right out the back door. So he is hot, pissy and drunk. I just went to sleep. Well since I was drinking Ice tea every round, I had about 10 or 11 of them. I woke up at 1:30am needing to pee really bad, I look around on the floor, still scared something might be in the house. I walk down the hall, turn on the bathroom light and see a CAT on my toliet. I scream and shut the door. Then I ran into the bedroom and peed in a trash can. I really had to go. I was so upset. I started crying. I called 311, the non emergancy alternative to 911 in Baltimore. They said no problem someone would be out with in three DAYS, and for me to take care of the cat until then. Fat Chance on that one! So I call Laura and Brandon to see in my police officer brother in law knows anyone in Animal Control, no luck! So then I call my Dad and cry, he laughs at me and tells me to go to sleep or come to his house. I hang up from him when Laura calls back. She has all these wild ideas and I just am crying. SO finally I wake Pete up who had managed to sleep through this all. We open the front door, shut as many doors in the house as possible and then I open the bathroom door. I expect it to dart down the steps and out on to the front street. This doesn’t happen. The thing hides behind my toliet. I finally just decide to open the bathroom window and shut the door and hope he commits suicide. I can’t go to sleep now, I just can’t, I don’t know what to do!