For the past week, I have heard this yowling cat coming from…somewhere. I listen very closely, but I can’t tell where it’s coming from. Whenever I go outside to look for it, even if I proceed quietly, there is no hint of a cat anywhere. No prints in the snow. Silence.
I have looked in the basement, which is no small feat because I have a Scary Basement, but no cat.
Far less mysterious is the bird that is trying to get into the cabin through the closed kitchen window. I’m not talking accidentally flying into a window once, I’m talking about a constant struggle to peck its way in. Over and over and over.
This year it’s a cardinal. Last year it was a robin. The year before a cardinal again. Are they taking shifts? Can birds have OCD? What is going through their minds?
Hey, what’s that? <smack> Hey, what’s that? <smack> Hey, what’s that? <smack>
I wonder if GhostCat will ever catch CrazyBird. Perhaps only then will peace be restored.
UPDATE – I found GhostCat. It is in the basement, but I can’t get to it. Trying to lure it out with food.