A Haunted House

by Twinkles

I am not a nervous sort of cat, although there are things I don't like, such as the noisy vacuum thing, and big d*gs, and such like. But they don't really frighten me.

There is something frightening in my home though, I think it may be haunted by cat ghosts.

Now you may say there is no such thing as ghosts, and maybe your right too, but it is so very odd. I know before I came to live here there were other cats who owned my human, Wojo and Queek. She has mentioned them to me often, as well as little things about them.

She says Queek used to like a particular type of salmon cat food, and she buys it sometimes just because she always used to buy it for Queek. But I don't care for it, and will eat anything else rather than eat it. I always have a choice of cat food put out for me, and whatever I don't eat is simple thrown away. Still, when that salmon cat food winds up on my dish, it somehow gets ate, and NOT by me!! Now who could have ate it if I didn't?

Then there is the subject of the stair bannister, where apparently both Queek and Wojo liked to sit. When I try to sit there, I seem to wind up falling to the floor, and I am not a clumsy cat. I don't fall off anything else, but I have learned to avoid that bannister. If there are kitty ghosts here though, I think it is Wojo who pushes me off, as gentle little Queek was not an aggressive kitty.

One last place I won't go, is under the dining room table. I walk right around it and never go underneath, that is where both Wojo and Queek slept, and perhaps, as my human thinks, it is just that some faint scent of them remains there.

Perhaps though, since I can see further into the spectrum with my cat eyes than she can, that I can see more. Perhaps they still like to curl up there and don't want me disturbing their rest. So I honour their wishes and avoid that spot.

Still, though they may not want me taking over their home completely, they seem to wish me well. One time I got locked in the attic, and it was VERY hot up there. My human looked all over for me and never thought about the attic, she didn't think I could get up there. Then she noticed something, a bit of grey cat fur caught in the door of the closet that leads to the attic. That was odd and it reminded her that she had had the attic door open.

Quickly she went and opened the closet door and the trap door that opens into the attic, She had been up there a few hours earlier to put in some insulation so she knew I had been stuck up there for several hours before she found and rescued me. I wasn't harmed, just frightened and a little thirsty.

Now, my fur is long and black. The fur caught in the doorway was short and grey, Queek's fur, not mine. It must have been there for over two years, since that is when she went to the Rainbow Bridge.

I don't know how it came to be there, nor does my human, nor what caused my human to notice it, but perhaps Queek and Wojo watch over this household still, and on dark windy nights, I prefer to stay close to my human and avoid the dark places in a house that may be haunted.