My DC Universe

I woke up wearing a Wonder Woman costume. 

The big eyed Twain

I sat up and tried to remember why I was wearing the costume...what had I been doing?  Then I remembered my friend talking me into being Wonder Woman for her soon-to-be-step-granddaughter's fifth birthday, and of course, it was Wonder Woman themed. I'd had a migraine coming on all day, but didn't take anything so that I could be as alert as possible for the party. A couple of pomtinis later and I made it through the party. But when I got home and had to take medication, I crashed out and woke up around 10:00 PM as a very confused Wonder Woman.

As all of this came back to me, I had a strange sensation of something coming close to my head. I looked around, but I didn't see anything but the cat, whose eyes were huge for some reason. Then I heard a fluttering sound and felt something almost graze my messy hair. The shadow of a small winged creature fluttered away. 


"That's just great! I try to be nice and leave a window open for you, and what do you do? Bring in a poor little bird that I have to get out." I looked at the cat. She looked back, and something about her expression was different while I was accusing her. Usually she gives me that "what's your point" "prove it" "I don't care" non-verbal response. This behavior was suggesting an element of being excited, but shocked. Just then something flew by again, and as if in slow motion, I made eye contact with the tiniest bat I'd ever seen. I looked back at the cat. She gave me that "See???" face. The tiny bat flew over by my giant leather lounge, which is where the cat was sitting.

 It was as if the DC comic Universe was everywhere that day. My Yorkie sat up. 
"Did you see that?" I asked her. She stuffed her head back into her pillow. 

And with that, the cat blinked, and she turned to find the bat. 
"Don't hurt the bat!" I yelled as I scrambled out of bed and went into the kitchen. What should I get? A pot...yes, a pot and a dish towel, and maybe an oven mitt. I was ready. 
I went back into my room and saw my sheer curtain swinging around and the cat with her claws in it. I thought the bat must be under the lounge on the curtains somewhere. 

The bat in the curtain

But the cat was so preoccupied with the window area that I decided to see what she was doing. Shoving the cat out of the way, I looked closer. The little bat was using his tiny little wing points to attempt to climb the curtain.  He could see the night outside and was trying desperately to find a way to it. I wrapped the curtain around him, pulled the curtain rod from the wall, and shoved the cat out of the way yet another time. I went to the balcony and opened the curtain, shook it gently, ducked (just in case), and looked up to see this miniature Batman fly back out into the night. 

I felt something soft against my leg. Looking down I saw the big copper eyes of my cat. She looked like she was smiling when she let out a purr-meow sound. 


"Ok," I said, "You can be Catwoman." She wrapped her tail around my ankles, purred, meowed, and walked away looking as if she had some actual understanding of her new title. I leaned inside the door and said, "We have Wonder Woman, Batman, and Catwoman. Who do you want to be?" My Yorkie opened her eye and barely raised her head. "Don't worry about it.You can be that Wonder Twin who doesn't do anything,"  I said. She stuffed her little fuzzy head back into the pillow. 

Wonder Woman then wondered if she had any ingredients to make more pomtinis.