There it goes again…knock knock scratch. Knock knock scratch.
As I mentioned last Sunday, me and Sophie (my inside protector) who weighs all of 8 lbs are hunkered down under the covers, praying for Jesus to throw his blanket of protection our way. My way of thinking was that we needed all of the help we could muster to protect us against the zombies that were knocking and scratching outside.
Knock knock scratch. Knock knock scratch.
Maggie’s barking continues. My heartbeat skips a few beats as it picks up its’ pace and Sophie looks at me like I’m the one that’s supposed to be the grownup. Yeah, I’ll get right on that. Just as soon as it gets light outside.
All night we fight the zombie noises.
3 o’clock in the morning- Knock knock scratch.
6 o’clock in the morning- Knock knock scratch.
Wait…what is that I see? It’s the sun! The sun is coming up! Sophie, we’re saved! I threw those covers back and welcomed that little ray of sunshine just as I do when I see a great pair of cheetah print shoes peeking thru the display windows at Neiman Marcus.
I hop out of bed like nobody’s business. I grab my robe and head for the door. Just as I head outside, Cowboy returns from his hunting trip.
COWBOY: (Chuckling as he’s looking at my hair, which is probably standing on it’s end) What the heck happened to you during the night?
ME: I’m looking for the zombies so I can kill them.
COWBOY: You’re what?
ME: All night we heard a knock knock scratch. I’m convinced it’s zombies.
COWBOY: We had some wind last night so I’m guessing what you heard was the decoy owl blowing and knocking against the post.
ME: What about the scratching noise?
COWBOY: Probably the tree limbs scratching the tin roof.
ME: Why didn’t you call and tell me that? We didn’t get any sleep last night and it’s all your fault.
COWBOY: (Chuckling) Why is it my fault and where are you going?
ME: Because it just is and to tell Sophie I killed the zombies.
’til next Sunday y’all- xo, Tammyπ
