Wouldn't it figure that the one night I'm ready to go to bed at a decent hour, Edgar decides there's something in my bedroom that he needs to protect me from? For the last hour, he's been sitting posed to pounce. Either on my bed, or the floor next to my bed. Back arched, with an ocasional hiss or low growl. I can't help but wonder what it is that he manages to see that I'm missing.