So I woke up this morning, at 6:20 less, to experience:
overseas phone call from Caleb
cats fighting through the door (again)
a Paul McCartney stuck in my head
I'm not bothering going back to sleep, since my alarm is set for 7 anyway. And watching these cats play mind games with one another is too interesting.
...cat forces, that is.
On Caleb's suggestion, I took Sophie back to her usual abode tonight. "Mommy" gets back from London tomorrow dinnertime, before I'm home from work, and so this way there can be an instant kitty-mommy reunion. As an added bonus, I'll presumedly be able to sleep through the night without being awoken to noisy cat fights and without missing my Luckie, who's for the most part been too guarded to sleep with me per usual.
What I find find amusing is that Luckie is having a hard time believing Sofie is actually gone. I got home around 9:15 and immediately packed up her and her stuff and went to Caleb's. I got back around 10 and was surprised I didn't see Luckie in the main room. I called her and called her. Finally I found her hunkering down in the same spot she's hunkered down for a lot of this week, at least when the bedroom door's been open. It's her in-case-that-bitch-shows-up position. So I went over and told her she was free to come out, the other cat was gone. She didn't budge. So I grabbed her and forcibly took her into the other room. She had a hissy fit and scratched me up some, as she was convinced I was going to confront her with Sofie. I set her down and she ran back to the bedroom. Then I had some take-out food in bed and while Luckie came over, she was obviously sure Sofie was about to show up at any time. So I moved her food, water, and litter back to their usual location, then carried her back over to show her. This time she was calmer, although still wary. She investigated a little bit and I think it's starting to occur to her the place is all hers again. But she's a little skeptical still ;)