What’s Up, Pussycat?

Patches had been in this position, motionless for the past five minutes.   
I don’t believe her eyes have blinked the entire time. 

If I weren’t a chicken I’d look up to see what has her so fascinated. Please, oh please don’t let it be a gigantic woman-eating spider!

Peace, people!

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Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

17 thoughts on “What’s Up, Pussycat?”

      1. Don’t worry about it, the cat will take care of it. They bat poltergeists around like the half-dead mice they torture until mealtime. Poltergeists know this and give them a wide birth.

        Just make sure to allow kitty access to all rooms of the house all night long and the poltergeist will grow exhausted haunting different rooms on a rotating basis and will soon depart.

        All that’s left is the Ghost Hunting Victory Tuna Treat.

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      2. Hey, totally off topic, but I noticed that you hail from the Pacific Northwest. I have good friends from Illinois who are moving up to Oregon in April. The husband will be the county manager for Clatsop County. They’re both avid hikers.

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