This entry is written with heavy eyelids (and a not-very-contrite Osem sitting resting his paws on my arm, restricting my asdf hand). Living in a Bulgarian village continues to provide us with unlimited entertainment – sometimes of a sort we weren’t expecting. The nights are steadily becoming just as surreal as the days.
Osem woke us up at 4.30am doing his tweeting and chirruping routine – usually indicating he’s communing with birds. Then came the thud of Sedem leaping – again, quite normal if she’s chasing flies. No other noises, but obviously something was afoot….so we turned on the light and do you know what was in our bedroom this time?
A perfectly silent, petrified bat, darting around the room so fast it was barely visible and quite possibly screaming at the top of its voice at a pitch way out of our hearing range as well. (Actually do bats have voices?)
Osem & Sedem provided good intelligence as to its whereabouts, just watching them watching it showed us its whereabouts, so after encouraging it downstairs – staying near to the floor and dodging out of its way as far as possible – Jeremy opened the window in the living room, reversed out and shut the door behind us. Much to the cats’ disgust.
I dread to think what other animals we’ll be receiving here next. What I would ask is that it be at a more mutually convenient hour, and possibly not in the bedroom…