I am a deep sleeper. My mother said I could sleep through a war. The only sound that can bring me out of a deep sleep is the sound of a sick cat. That is it. (This post is not about sick cats. You’re welcome.)
It’s not unusual for the beloved husband to comment on a particularly bad storm we had overnight and I say, “What storm?”
Over the weekend I woke up to something. I had to strain to hear it. It was a soft whiny whirring. Like a screechy fan.
I lay in bed for ten minutes listening. I was worried. Maybe something was going to blow or start a fire. I should check it out but I didn’t want to leave my soft, warm bed.
There was no way I was going back to sleep. The cats were all up. They heard it but weren’t concerned. I depend on them to react if we have a real crisis. (I have read articles about this so don’t burst my bubble!)
That didn’t stop me from getting up and checking it out. I was all over the house. Do you know how many noises a house makes in the middle of the night?
The heat pump was going full speed. (Surprisingly loud. The unit is outside the house.)
The water softener was back washing. (This sounded like major flooding. I have the plans for an ark but what’s a cubit?)
The stairs creak when you walk on them (like something from a Stephen King novel). They don’t creak during the day.
Toilet flushing takes forever. (More flooding.)
Fans, motors, water – all things you don’t hear during the day.
I checked out the basement only to have one of the cats sneak into the work area. I had to chase her out. Now I am super wide awake (like Starbucks extra shot awake!).
The beloved husband, who wakes up when a fish farts in the outdoor pond, was still sleeping. Or was he? Maybe this was his (sinister) way of having me do all the checking.
As I crawled into bed, he crawled out with his Kindle. He was going to read. (Seriously? How can you read when the house might blow up?)
I asked if he heard the noise.
He did. That was all I needed to resume sleeping. It was his turn to worry.
I heard switches going on and off and finally the noise stopped but I didn’t need to know why. Tomorrow would be soon enough.
Turns out that our radon system which has a fan in the attic above our bedroom went out. What we heard was the motor’s dying breath. Another thing to replace.
This is similar to our fire alarm fiasco we had in the spring.
We still don’t have an emergency plan for exiting with four cats. This is how I see it playing out.
Jake: “Yo cupcake, what’s happening? Can you get me some kibble? No, I’m not going outside. It’s too cold. My package will get cold.”
Mollie: “Ewwww, what smells bad. My fur needs combing. I can’t go out without a nice comb out. How does my tail look?”
Hazel: “I’m going under the bed. Get me out when it’s over and have some extra tuna on hand.”
Morgan: “Hey, there are some cute firemen at the front door. I’ll show them where the beer is. Let’s party!”
Any suggestions for planning an emergency exit with these four cats are welcome.
If you are interested in knowing what happened to the fire alarm system you can click here. Truly it’s one of my favorites!