These are the balloons of doom. Michelle gave them to me for my bday. Being the evil cat lady that I am I instantly saw the potential for cat harassment. They were originally tied to a weight but Senor Poppers tried to eat the mylar stars so the balloons were cut free and allowed to roam the ceilings and occasionally chase the cats...
That night Kittenapolis and I were sound asleep when we were scared awake by a very loud noise. I assumed it was a balloon popping. Kittenapolis took off under the bed leaving me wide awake and needing to pee. I decided to take a flashlight on my journey and see what damage had been done. When I found all the balloons intact I was quite upset. If a balloon hadn't popped what was the noise?
The house was in order and I peeped out all the windows to find the neighborhood quiet. I finally decided someone had been shot-because that's what happens in my world-and finally fell asleep.
Last night the mystery was solved. This is Velvet:
She lives under my bed which is why the picture is all blown out with flash. She's actually a total lovebug as long as you are bedridden. Turns out she also has a sneeze that wakes the dead! Holy cow if she didn't have so much heft I bet she would sneeze herself into a wall! So the balloons are fine, the neighbors are not shooting each other, its just Velvet running into a bit of dust...
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