I had the weirdest thing happen today. As I was sitting here in my office busily typing away in my medical transcription job, I heard the sound of smashing glass right behind me - both the cats (who I'm sure were in the kitchen, adjacent to my office) raced up the hallway in sheer terror, my Mum came rushing out of the living room shouting "What was that?", and I just about needed a change of underwear (okay, so that's probably a little too much information). I turned around to find the bottom panel of glass in one of the sliding doors that lead out to our back porch had smashed ... and I mean smashed.
My first reaction, after making sure the cats were safely locked in the bedroom so as not to escape through the hole left by the broken panel of glass (remembering our cats are strictly indoor cats), was trying to figure out just how in hell the window had actually broken. The first thing I noticed on turning around to look at the door just after the smash was that Toby, our Labrador, was standing outside the door looking in at me.. at this stage, I thought perhaps he had run into it - he has a tendency to grab his chew toys and play on the porch with them, and I figured he must have been playing a little rough and smashed into the glass. The other thought that crossed my mind was perhaps a bird had flown into the window - which wouldn't be the first time, as we've had a number of birds fly into the window - only last month one poor little guy broke his neck when he hit the door, and Mum and I buried him in the front garden. However, as the glass panel is on the bottom of the door, the chances that a bird had done this were highly unlikely.
So.. after the initial shock wore off, and the cats were safely tucked away, I went to the door to assess the damage, still believing that Toby was the prime suspect. However, upon surveying the damage, I was shocked to find that all but a few pieces of glass were actually on the outside of the house. Now, I'm no CSI, but logic would dictate that if Toby had indeed been the culprit, the majority of the glass should have been inside the house, and this simply wasn't the case. To further back up that logic, when the glazier arrived this afternoon to fit the new piece of glass, he was adamant that whatever broke the window had to have been inside the house.
This is all very strange. Mum is holding to the theory that the cats must have been rough housing near the door, and with Patch being quite a large cat, he's banged into the glass and broken it, however, I'm almost 100% positive the cats were in the kitchen when this occurred and not in the office with me. DH Russ was at work. Toby was outside on the porch. Mum was in the living room, and I was sitting here at my desk, nowhere near the window. So.. with that being the case.. what the heck broke the window?
Oh well. At least our house insurance covered the cost of the replacement glass - just as well, since it cost $362.00 - and that's $362.00 that DH Russ & I really couldn't afford at the moment. As to what caused the window to break .. I have not a clue.
It's all very freaky.
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