Ratted Out

I was sleeping so well. The room was cool, I'd just found the perfect pillow position, and I finally was able to breathe again (monkeys have wonky sinuses). And the Damned Phone Rings!

Since I was raised by old people, and because I sometimes get called for Bongo Emergencies - I have, over the years learned to answer the phone in a flash and be polite - regardless of the hour. I don't know exactly what time it was - but it was still dark outside.

The man on the phone asked for someone named Linda.

I told him he had the wrong number. He said No I Don't. Imagine the gall - telling me he didn't have the wrong number. He then recited my number to me.

But, what happened next struck fear and panic into my little monkey heart. He said "I'm with Animal Control" -- only imagine the words "animal control" echoing a bit.

He apparently was responding to a call about "labs needing to be picked up" and listed an address. I told him again he had the wrong number, and again he asked me if I were sure. Then again, the line about the labs could have been his attempt to give himself a quick cover story.

After getting out of the shower and consulting with the Phenom, we have come to the conclusion that one of the four legged ones ratted me out. Some revenge plot, no doubt.

But who? The exotic one, in revenge for locking her in the loo all day because she was having wee-wee problems and we didn't want her peeing all over our couch before we could get meds from the vet? Or because she resents the hell out of us when we have to wrestle her down and give her the pills that restore normal wee-wee function?

Could it be the one with thumbs? I never noticed him being able to manipulate the thumbs terribly effectively before - and operating a phone book and telephone seems rather sophisticated for a first go.

Could it be the one who demands gourmet meals three times a day? Did he think waking us (and scaring the monkey poo right out of me) would translate into being fed earlier?

There are others who could have betrayed me - but those are the leading candidates. I'm considering taking the phones off the hook tonight, just in case.

I understand being disgruntled - but really, calling animal control was too low a blow.