Dudo, El Gato Demonio (The Demon Cat)

I had a hard time sleeping Tuesday night. Dudo was no help. I could simply close my bedroom door and not let him in, but then the guilt would keep me awake anyway. The night began with Dudo begging me to pet him while I sat at the computer. I did so. It continued when I got into bed to read. No problem. I finally turned out the light. Dudo left the room only to return moments later with his "drawstring." Tap. Tap. Tap. He mewed. Play with me. I told him, "No." He tried again. I said, "No," and rolled away so my back was to him. He muttered and left the room. Seconds later, he was back on the bed. I heard the rattle of his stuffed mouse as it was dropped behind me. Tap. Tap. Tap. He mewed. Play with me. "Dudo, no," I said. He muttered again and left the room.

DUDO THE DEMON CAT. UNRETOUCHED.

The next thing I heard was what sounded like the clanging of metal against ceramic. It went on and on. I got up and went into my bathroom to find Dudo sitting in the sink with the tweezers in his mouth. I took them from him and put them away. He muttered, jumped down, and left the room. I went back to bed.

A little while later, I heard the rustle and crackle of heavy plastic. I tried to ignore it, but it went on for several minutes. I got out of bed and looked into the hall. I use a large IKEA shopping bag to carry laundry up to the roof. I usually fold it after use and put it in the bottom of the laundry basket. I had left it out and Dudo decided it made a great fort, lair, nest... I don't know what, but he was having a grand old time. He did look actually kind of funny. I snapped a picture. When I downloaded the photo in the morning, I was shocked to see the true evil I had captured. According to what we've read, Dudo and Moose are of the non-specific breed known as "Common European." Demon European may be more like it. (Moose, however, slept quietly nearby. I think Dudo may have put him in a trance.)

When I finally folded up the IKEA bag to put it away, I found some surprises in the bottom. I'm a little worried. Devil worship? Voodoo? At least I didn't find a lock of my own hair. But then that's kind of hard to come by.