Colorado Woman Awakened At 4 A.M. By Loud Banging Only To Find A Wild Intruder In Her Room

Amy was unwinding at home near the Colorado foothills, while her cat, Meatball, set off on his usual nighttime exploration around the house.

Since he liked to wander freely, Amy kept the back door unlocked, as she always did.

When Meatball finally came back inside, he wasn’t by himself.

Following him was a surprising little guest that Amy hadn’t expected at all, and at first, she didn’t even notice it.

Around 4 a.m., Amy was jolted awake by loud banging. Her heart raced as she jumped out of bed, disoriented and trying to figure out what was going on.

Still groggy, she made her way toward the living room. What she saw stopped her in her tracks.

Perched calmly on a shelf was a full-grown bobcat, staring back at her with steady golden eyes like he’d been there all along.

He didn’t look stressed or scared. Honestly, he seemed pretty cozy, like this was just another chill hangout spot. For Amy, though? It was terrifying.

She quickly called for help, and soon two deputies from the Jefferson County Sheriff’s Office showed up.

Chances are, they weren’t expecting to deal with a bobcat either. But they were ready to try whatever they could.

Without any special wildlife tools or a bobcat-specific game plan, they got creative. They reached for the one thing every cat owner has relied on at some point: a laser pointer.

Yep. They gave the little red dot a shot, flicking it across the floor and up the walls, hoping for that classic cat reaction.

One of the deputies even joked, sharing in a video:

“Cats are all the same. They all like the same thing.”

But this bobcat? He wasn’t having it.

He followed the dot with his eyes for about a second… then blinked and looked away, totally unimpressed, like he was way too cool for that nonsense. No pouncing, no chasing, not even a twitch.

He wasn’t falling for any light show, and he definitely wasn’t playing games.

With that idea a bust, the deputies called in Colorado Parks and Wildlife. Their suggestion was to open the back door again and give the bobcat space to leave on his own.

So they waited. After four long hours, the bobcat finally slipped out and disappeared into the early morning. No fuss, no drama.

Meatball was totally fine. Amy, on the other hand, might be rethinking the whole leave-the-door-open thing.

Next time, if Meatball’s out late, he may need to knock, because once a bobcat claims your shelf at 4 a.m., that back door doesn’t stay open for just anyone.