One of the many reasons I live with cats is they can reassure me whether or not there are ghosts around. So far, no ghosts.

My problem is, I can't tell the difference between "ghost" and "bug too small for the human eye to see". I certainly respect the highly honed hunting senses of our companion animals. Once when I was sitting in a rocking chair, my cat-at-the-time Pachisi leaped onto my back. It felt like she was attacking me. The utter confusion and betrayal I felt... (Y'all. You know how much I cherish Harvey? Pachisi was my heart in a way that makes Harvey seem like just an ordinary cat. She was love and nurture personified. For her to do something like that was unthinkable.) And about two seconds after I sat back down, the chair splintered apart and broke under me. So I don't know whether Cagney is growling at ghosts, mice, or an NSA listening device, but whatever precautions you are inspired to take, bonny, seem rational to me.

My cat Buffy has a creepy habit of climbing to the top of the highest bookcase she can find, facing the wall, and yowling. I've always figured ghost.

Heh. Toke sits on the table in the corner, facing into the corner, and then stares UP. Intently. We think she's hearing branches brush against the outside of the house at that corner, or possibly (though I fervently hope not) mice in the walls.

But what we REALLY think is that she's trying to contact the mother ship: [link]

Laura, that sounds so hard. I'm sorry things are the way they are right now. I hope for better things.

But what we REALLY think is that she's trying to contact the mother ship

Yep.

So I don't know whether Cagney is growling at ghosts, mice, or an NSA listening device, but whatever precautions you are inspired to take, bonny, seem rational to me.

Cheers, Andi. It is exactly what I was thinking, that he is on to something I can't sense.

When I walked out the door, the first time, there was a nefarious looking gent (to my freaked out eyes anyway) standing across the street from my house. I immediately went back in and took Cagney out with me to the shop.

A little while ago, he began reacting to a door in the great room. FREAKY.

Now I'm hoping it is just Lady Luck stumbling around before she finds the right way in.

Oh Laura, I'm so sorry it's been so tough with your son. It was so lovely to see your face today.

Errr, do me a favor, would you? Please? Feel about those walls to see if there is unusual warmth. This is probably just irrational fear, but the idea of there being shorted wires smoldering crossed my mind. With life being the way that it is, I need reassurance.

Siince it came to mind I have tried to shut my brain up. But in the one in a million chance that something were to happen like that and I didn't say anthing... well, I'd have to follow you to the afterlife to make my apologies.

You all need to read Clifford Simak's City, because you need to read City, but also so you'll know about cobblies.

The preface begins, "These are the stories that the Dogs tell when the fires burn high and the wind is from the north."