Phoebe has been on a 3AM rampage lately. It starts around the same time, which makes me wonder if something isn't setting her off. Every night she starts crying at about 3AM. She cries, we chase her out of the bedroom and close the door. Cue ten minutes later when she starts crying at the door. I wait for a minutes and then grab the squirt bottle. The minute I open the door she's down the hall and hiding somewhere. I go back to bed and it starts all over. Then Jake gets annoyed, flings the door open and scares the shit out of her. Silence... for a little bit. By this time we're both so annoyed that going back to sleep is hard. This has been almost every single night.

This morning I was rushing to get ready for work and shut the closet door. A moment later I decide to look and sure enough... Phoebe's sitting there. *grumbles* I shoo her out and call for Dorian. Nothing. I do a quick check of the closet and shut it before heading out. I'm right below the window when I hear one of the cats howling. They sound like they're being shanked. Away I go back up the stairs and into the apartment. I figured Dorian was hiding in the closet and I missed him. Nope. No Dorian. But Phoebe's on the bed, looking happy that I came back. *Too* happy. I leave the closet door open (just in case) and rush back out the door. After arriving at work I realize my heart trinket is missing on my necklace. The one I've had for years. I decided to retrace my steps through the hospital and to the parking lot. No dice. I spent the day in a kind of funk, hoping it fell off in the apartment. That cat isn't going to sleep a wink before I go to bed tonight.

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