The Angel of Death was in my bathroom

Because I am still on crutches, I am understandably slow getting around, and I have to be somewhat careful, particularly with four cats in the house (who have already made one attempt on my life in recent months). Around 5:30 this morning, I needed to use the restroom, so I got up, grabbed my crutches, opened the guest bedroom door (still can’t get into and out of my own bed easily enough to sleep there), shoo-ed away cats so they didn’t go in (we try to keep the guest bedroom cat-free, plus I don’t need them climbing all over me and my injured knee while I’m trying to sleep), and began the slow trek down the hall.

Star is our “bathroom kitty.” When she realizes anyone is headed that way, she will race ahead of you, jump onto the vanity, sit on the far side of the sink about 3-4 feet (1-1.2 m) from the door, and wait for you to come in (and hopefully turn on the sink faucet for her to drink from). As I started in that direction, I could see that the motion-activated nightlight in the bathroom had already been triggered, which is not unusual. Clearly, Star had heard me “crutching” in the bedroom and knew that in the middle of the night, the bathroom was my most likely destination, so I fully expected her to be there when I eventually entered. I focused on the floor to make sure I didn’t “crutch” on someone’s tail in the dark, so I had my head down as I turned into the doorway.

And lo, The Angel of Death appeared! And it looked something like this:

Okay, so maybe it was The Angel’s Cat, but still!

Finn was (unexpectedly!) sitting right on the front corner of the vanity, as close to the door – and the nightlight – as he could get. And Finn is a BIG cat! Not as big as Bengal, our previous probably-but-we-aren’t-positive Maine Coon, but still a very tall and also pudgy cat. So this massive jet black void with glowing eyes and a halo/aura was rightnexttome when I looked up, and between his size, the height of the counter, and me being slightly stooped on the crutches, the top of his head came to about the top of my sternum, so we were very nearly eye-to-eye and nose-to-nose. Scared the snot out of me!

[Note: this is not an actual photo from last night; this is from 2020, when Finn got interested in a flashlight we had standing on end for light during a power outage, but it pretty accurately captures the general effect that the nightlight had with him sitting only about 6 inches (15 cm) from it and with the light slightly behind him.]

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