First, my tablet is fixed! Ok, more like I plugged it in again and it started working. But yeah, huzzah! Fixed! On to the story.
Boyfriend and I have been watching True Detective. We binge watched the last 5 episodes this week.
If you've seen it, you'll know it's creepy as fuck.
But it's also pretty good. I recommend.
After, then we tried to go to bed.
A note about my bedroom: right now, I'm not letting kitty in there when I sleep. She has this habit of aggressively attacking my feet, and I need my beauty rest.
She likes to sneak in, though.
I can't say I always mind.
At around 2 am, Boyfriend got up to use the bathroom and came back to bed. I could tell he was moving around a bit.
Truth be told, I thought I felt her walking near my legs, but when I reached down for her I didn't feel anything.
I told Boyfriend I had to go to the bathroom and that I'd check the living room for kitty.
She wasn't in any of her spots in the open, so I checked in her common sleeping spot, under the futon. Lo and behold:
That's right. Kitty was sleeping soundly until I woke her up. I could tell what she was thinking:
So I crept back into bed and told Boyfriend.
Suffice it to say, sleep did not come easily after that.
In the morning, Boyfriend and I talked about it.
So yes, we may have a ghostcat(!) in the bedroom. Do your cats/pets ever creep you out like this? Or you have a ghostcat! story? Share!