Andrea version, part I
3am, or maybe 2am, not sure, I am
kind of sleeping. I am trying to sleep, when something weird make me alert. A
noise, just outside my tent. Someone is moving out there. Something is just
next to my thin, little tent. Few seconds to shake off the little sleep I was
having, and I am fully aware and ready to act. It's the middle of Norway, it
could be everything: a moose, a bear, a white tiger just escaped from some zoo
nearby. Everything. If I want to survive, I have to get ready to act. I look
around, my senses fully awared, my muscles ready to react to any situation.
Oleg version
I woke up at night. That black
cat I saw in the evening was playing with my tent. I just pushed it a little
bit and went again to sleeping bag.
Andrea version, part II
Ok, it's only a cat, a bloody,
stupid, kind-of-cute cat. No big deal, I can handle it. Just ignore it. It will be tired soon and will go away.
Maybe. Or maybe not. It starts mewing and blowing. "meeeaow". What
the hell, is it not sleepy? "meeeeeaow". No, it's not. I feel it
moving next to my tent. Suddenly, out of the blue, it literally jumps on my
tent. Literally, on the tent. I can hear the tent creaking, I can feel the
fibers of the tissue stretching dangerously under the mighty claws of the
beast. No hesitation, one choice: or the cat or my tent. One punch straight to
the cat through the tent, matched with a loud "get the fuck out of here,
damn you!". A surprise meow, then few seconds of pause. Maybe it just got
away. Or maybe not. "meeeaw". Shit, it's still here! I definetely
need to change strategy. And here it comes the brilliant idea. It's a norvegian
cat, it's surely afraid of bears, wild dogs and maybe wolves. Of course. I just
have to sound like a wolf. (at this point I would like to stress again that it
was 3am in the morning, and I have had a very tiring day). I started barking.
Loudly. Seriously. Aggressively. I believed what I was doing. The cat didn't. I
could really perceive its laugh in the next few meows. He was making fun of me.
Fortunately for my dignity, after few minutes he decided to go somewhere else,
maybe looking for some more fun somewhere else, even if we were the only tents
around there. Finally, I managed to fall a sleep again, even though accompanied
by the laugh of my tent-mate, just few meters nearby.
Exhausted, after a whole night of fighting against fierce animals.
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