Cats and Ghosts

So normally I'm pretty cool with the fact that I live in a haunted house. Horry (the resident ghost for those of you who don't know) really isn't all that bad. More annoying than anything.

And certainly not all that effective as a ghost.

Until recently.

Apparently while I was away this weekend, the hauntings in this house stepped up and become a little more real and scary.

And then the Blinky Bill VHS turned up today with the name Charlotte scrawled across the cover in permanent marker. Our general agreement is that that name hasn't always been there. That it's only just been written on there.

So now we have two ghosts ... either that, or Horry is a transvestite, and is a more effective ghost when dressed up as Charlotte.

But this still didn't really disturb me; apart from being a little surprised by the sudden appearance of Charlotte's name on the Blinky Bill VHS, none of this didn't really effect me.

Until tonight.

Yeah, now I have my own effective ghost story ... and the cats totally proved that there was definitely something else besides me and them in the room;

I was watching TV, alone (since everyone else is in bed), and the floor boards behind me creaked like someone was walking.

Sure, sure, it's an old house and these kinds of sounds are to be expected as the house "settles" at night.

But that theory got thrown out the window when both Josie and Leo both reacted as though there was another person in the room with us. I don't know what it was, since I couldn't see it. But they could both see whatever it was that was walking around behind me. They both stared at it, and Leo even warily went up to investigate it closer.

Pretty sure that a "settling" house wouldn't have two cats acting as though there was another person in the room.

Really just hope that the haunting events don't get any more serious than this, though.

Josie's Day

Yeah, so my day was so uneventful that I have decided to write about my cat's day.

Another small step to dying alone and having my thousands of cats eating my corpse.

But, whatever. I'm still going to take that step anyways, because I'm crazy that way.

Josie's day (ha! Title drop), started off boring enough. Watching TV on the futon with me. Well, truth be told, I think she was sleeping most of the time ... and I think she was a little put out by the fact that I didn't go to bed.

She was eventually let outside, much to her delight. Although, she wanted to be let out at five am instead of 10 am.

Ok, I must admit that what she did while outside is a mystery to me. I didn't exactly follow her around. That would be truly sad. I have to assume that she went next door to do some hunting.

That's where she goes whenever she hunts.

And she came home with a not quite dead starling in her mouth.

And she was insanely proud of herself, and wanted me to tell her how clever she was and all that (but she already knew that). She kept prancing back and forth with the bird in her mouth, and letting it escape so that she could catch it again, thus proving just how clever she really is.

But then she somehow lost the bird.

I don't know how. It might have something to do with the fact that the starling wasn't quite as dead as it was letting on, nor was its wing broken like it was pretending.

All I know is that when I went back outside half an hour later, the bird was nowhere to be seen and Josie was sulking in the freshly mown grass.

I know, I know, it was a bird and Josie is a cat. Naturally the bird was eaten by Josie.

Let me tell you something, Josie plays with her prey for at least 40 minutes. And she has some kind of problem eating birds; if she eats them at all, she only eats the head and leaves the rest on the doormat.

So, no. The starling was not eaten by Josie. It escaped. Somehow. It possibly died a short time later.

Then, after a strenuous morning hunting and then losing her prey, Josie spent the rest of the day sleeping in them middle of the side yard, away from the dogs. She was only disturbed once, by a young family walking down the street.

Tough day at work for Josie.

When I went out to bring her inside, she wriggled up to me on her back, quite pleased with her efforts for the day.