It's been 1 year and 6 months since we have lived here.
It's been 18 months of, what is that?
It's been 547.863 days of happenings...
not daily, but happenings nonetheless.
Most recently was yesterday.
I attempted to take a nap in our bedroom.
(It didn't happen, not because of this)
The cats are blocked off in another part of the house.
I shut all the bedroom doors.
I'm in bed.
I feel, what feels like, a cat walking on the bed...
and walking further towards the pillows.
From the feet to the head.
I know there is nothing there, because times before -
before when this would happen, I'd look.
There is never anything there.
Nothing that I can see.
I mentioned this to hubs last night.
He says 'it's funny you say that because...
'last week when you were in here and I was in there, it felt like something sat down on the bed'.
Today, I again, attempt to nap.
Again, today, something walks on the bed (but this time it didn't go from foot to head, but more knee to head).
I relayed this to hubs, and said 'it feels like a cat'.
*some random ghost kitty comment*