I spent the night at my parents' house last night because my brother and I had went on a mini-road trip and I figured I'd be too tired to drive the extra miles home, and it ended up working out well because there were some icky storms last night and there was flooding and power outages in my area (when I came home this morning, the microwave clock was flashing).
Baby the cat is our almost 10 year old vicious kitty. She never did this when I lived at home (that I can remember anyway), but she goes on "patrol" at night.
I wanted my brother to stay in the livingroom with me and sleep on the chair because I'm afraid of sleeping in the dark alone (not to mention there is a ghost in that house that is residual and shows up at night) and since mom and dad tend to be overly light sleepers, wouldn't be able to sleep with the TV on or radio or anything.
For the record also, both cats wear jinglebell collars. Originally it was so that my parents always knew where Baby was, and they figured it was a good idea when they took in Tiger the kitten, but he was behaving well last night.
Anyway, I laid on the couch, brother on the chair, and we didn't turn the light off right away because we were chatting, and all you could hear was jingle jingle jingle jingle.
I watched Baby do several laps around the ground level of the house before I questioned it. It was so funny, because she'd walk really slow and sneaky and for a second, you couldn't hear her bell, then she started like trotting or walking faster and was jingling, and she kept stopping EVERY lap by the window (which was cracked open) and sniffing out the window. Then she'd return to her "route". Just to throw us off, every once in a while, she'd go upstairs and then do a lap up there and come back down. She even goes into my parents' room and walks across them on their bed and then hops down and goes back to her little route.
I don't dare try to catch that vicious little thing, so once we shut the light off, I couldn't sleep. That damn cat. She walked laps around the house until almost 4 effing AM!
And she does this every. single. night. And it doesn't bother my family at all, because they are used to it. I'm not. I get woken up by lawn mowers, garbage trucks, people screaming as they walk down the street and outside. But last night, it was because of a cat's little bell on her collar.
You really need to see a neurologist. - Wagegoth