Okay, this was super weird, but I thought I’d share it anyway. During the first week of July, I had to take my mom to the hospital, and I ended up being there all day. I had to leave the kids at home because they were going to their dad’s house for the weekend. I didn’t think I’d be gone too long. But I was there for eleven hours. Once my mom was finally admitted, I went home.
It was pretty late by the time I left the ER and I was exhausted. When I got home, the front door was wide open. And this was the first time I’d ever been alone in the house. It gave me pause, but I figured the kids hadn’t shut the door all the way and it had sprung open sometime after they’d left with their dad.
But I checked the entire house. Just in case. I turned on every light and inspected every room and closet. The house was empty.
My cat is normally very sweet and playful. She adores me. (Yeah, she’s super spoiled.) I’ve only heard her hiss once when my daughter was pestering her while she was trying to take a cat nap (pun intended), and that was about two years ago. But she’s never growled or scratched anyone. Ever. She’s super shy too, and hides under my bed if we have company. We always know when someone’s about to knock on our front door, because she gets low to the ground and darts into my room to hide. Basically, she only really likes us. Which I secretly like.
After about two hours of this odd behavior, I search the NET for a possible reason that a cat will suddenly start hissing and growling. The sites I found stated that it meant an animal was injured or sick and it didn't want to be touched. Which made total sense. So, I decided that if she was still acting all crazy by morning, I would take her to the vet.
Can animals sense paranormal activity?
Animals are supposed to be more sensitive to things like this than we are, right?
In the morning, I ease open my bedroom door and look around. The cat seems totally back to normal. Happy, purring, and frisky. We play hide and seek, and afterwards, she lets me pet her. She likes me again. Whew!
So, I don't call the vet either. Okay, yes, I do have an overactive imagination, I'm a writer! But the whole incident is still bothering me, because it was so dang weird...