Squeak started sleeping through the night when he was just a couple months old. Lately, and much to Oliver’s joy, he’s been waking up a couple times a night with a sudden case of starvation.
If it’s after 2 a.m., Kitten Thunder gets breakfast.
Usually, though, one of the nighttime feedings happens before I go to bed. Like tonight.
I walked into Squeak’s room and immediately smelled dirty diaper. Sigh… He was not going to be happy about the delay in his meal.
And so he cried.
It wasn’t long until Obi came in to do a CAT scan. He sniffed the baby’s head. He sat down next to the changing pad on the floor and watched me struggle with kicking feet. He repeated his scan.
Then he walked over to Levi’s piano and pawed a key. The baby went silent.
Obi pawed another note. The baby stilled and turned to look.
Three more notes played in the dark room. I finished putting on the diaper. “Thanks, Obi. What a good helper you are!”
And the brown kitten strolled out of the room. Squeak: tested, diagnosed, and cured by Doctor Obi.