Yes, there is a caterwauling, crying cat in our crawlspace (talk about alliteration!), but that’s not what this blog is about. It’s about my increasing interest in intuition. (And another alliteration x2!)
Okay, so I will back up. Thursday night when we got back from Disney we were sitting in the den when we heard it. Meow. MEOW. We quickly realized that there was a cat trapped under our crawlspace. We had no idea how it got there, but it was there. Hubby went outside and opened the door to the crawl space for a bit, hoping the cat would leave. He couldn’t leave the door open for too long because it is COLD here in New York, and he didn’t want our pipes to freeze. Once he closed it up, we didn’t hear anything, so we assumed it left.
Fast forward to last night: I went out with my first Four — the three girls who were my best-est friends when Big Girl was just a baby. We’ve been doing something for our birthdays since the kids were little, and last night we celebrated mine. I got home around 10 p.m. My husband was trying to get a Linux server to recognize some sort of application. (Don’t ask. There are always technology projects going on at our house.) He was in grunting and scowling mode, so I fell asleep on the couch. I woke up around 1 and went upstairs. Mr. Tech came up soon after. My husband falls asleep the moment he hits the pillow. I should have, too, but I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned. I tried all sorts of positions. Finally, at around 2:30, I got up to go to the bathroom. Once I was done I turned on the water to wash my hands. Nothing happened. WTF??
I walked into our bedroom and woke my husband. “The pipes seem to be frozen,” I told him. Was the insulated door to the crawlspace open? Yes, he said. He heard meowing during his tech session, so had opened it at around 8 p.m. to try and coax the cat out. He forgot to shut it, though.
Being the super-smartie that he is, he went around the house and turned on all the other hot water taps. Soon after the water in our bathroom started flowing. The heat of the other pipes warmed up the frozen ones, thank goodness. After that my poor husband went outside in zero degree weather and closed the door to the crawlspace.
Once the door was closed, and the water was moving freely I immediately fell asleep. As I was drifting off I realized that something — call it intuition, call it a feeling — had been keeping me up. After all, if I didn’t suffer from a bout of insomnia we probably would have had a very expensive, very messy morning. Frozen pipes are no joke, and we are lucky that it was caught in time. The pipes had probably just frozen when I went to wash my hands.
Anyway, stuff like this has been happening to me more often. And I’ve been listening to myself more often, too. Going with that little tingle, that little voice in my head is really paying off. (Although it hasn’t told me how to get that freaking cat out of our crawlspace!)
Do you believe in intuition? Do you think it’s real? Have you ever benefited from listening to your inner voice? I’d like to know.