The scene: Katie, my parents’ second-most skittish cat, is sitting on the windowsill, pressed up against the screen. As I walk past her to the fridge to get more Diet Coke, I say in the babytalk voice I can’t seem to shake, “What are you looking at? What do you see out there?”
When I turn back to look at her, she’s looking at me with big eyes. To cover my bases, I say:
“Nothing. The correct answer is, ‘I see nothing out there.'”
I’m currently reading Shirley Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House, and I’m really into it, but I’m hesitant about settling down to read it if I’m going to keep pricking up my ears at every little creak. Katie just took off running and skidded on the hall runner, which slid along the floor! My stomach just growled! Oh jeez…
[I was trying to insert a picture here from the movie The Grudge, of the little boy looking absolutely terrifying, and shirtless. The computer knows better than me, though, and is refusing to upload it.]
UPDATE 7/15/10: Well, at first both cats settled in on either side of me to guard me, but then they got bored, so I woke up about 10 times last night, each time one would run across me or jump onto the bed. All in all not a very restful night. Also I’m now covered in cat hair and see no way of ever getting myself clean again.
The Cameraphone Diaries 