Cat: 1 & Parents: 0

We have a fancy baby monitor.

It cost too much and is my security blanket and I need it.  It monitors not only morning time cries but also K-Mac's breathing.  Words can not even express how completely terrified I am of SIDS.  Lucky me, hubs also shares some intense fears over it and was completely behind me when I suggested we toss literally a fourth of his paycheck into this.  Blessed. 

We felt better about our decision to "waste" this money when K-Mac was 8 weeks old and stopped breathing.  We ran into her room and I picked her up and shook her (oops).  She gasped and went back to sleep.  We'll never know if she would've started breathing again or if the monitor goofed or if she was really in danger.  Either way, a device told me that my child was without air for 35 seconds and it very well may have saved her life.

So.

The other night, the monitor starts going crazy.  The special thing about these angel care bad boys is that you can program them for everything short of fixing me a frappe.  I've set this thing to go off if it gets to be under 68 degrees or above 80. 

When we wake up, fuzzy eyed and confused to a new sounds on Monday we realize the baby's room is 85 degrees and increasing.  What the hell?  So I walk sprint to her and realize, hey, it feels like the rest of the house (about 77 degrees).  Okay, so that's weird, I go back to bed, tell hubs it must have glitched and we reset the monitor and close our eyes.

Beeping like crazy within a minute.  I call not it and he gets up.  Checks out the baby's room, feels fine, blah blah, let's change the settings to 88 degrees, it's obviously not working.

Wouldn't you know it, that sucker is still going off.  So alright, I'm going in there thinking hey, maybe she peed and it's so warm the monitor is confused.  I get into her room and go to turn on her monitor's night light.  I keep it in her crib (like a bad mom) so I can have easy access plus she really isn't moving too much yet.  Crazy enough, I can't find the damn thing.

THE STUPID CAT IS ON TOP OF THE STUPID MONITOR.

She busted into the baby's room after sneaking out of the mudroom and is in my child's crib.  She's also ON TOP of the monitor, keeping it all crazy warm and stuff. 

Okay cat, strike one.

We were so stinkin' tired the next day but didn't have the strength to tell everyone that we spent an hour freaking out over a monitor that our three month old kitten sabotaged. 

Friends....learn from my fail.