Author’s note: The original post was written last week and mysteriously disappeared. I could be my inept computer skills or Gracie’s roll on the keyboard (she likes to do that because it creates magic). I’m thinking that it was our resident poltergeist being playful. Here is what I remember.
The great thing about having pets is that you can blame everything on them. Weird noise in the middle of the night? Must be the cats. Mysterious carpet movement? Cats. Barf puddle? Cats. Just about anything – cats!
Back a decade, for a short period of time I had only two cats. (I know! What was I thinking!) Both got sick and were kept in the vet’s hospital for a week. Without a cat in the house, all the noise was amplified. I was amazed at how much house noise there is at 3 a.m. Without cats. Heating systems kicking on, then off. Gurgles from who knows what. Scrambling noises on the roof.
Fast forward to present time. On some nights there is a weird sound coming from a corner in our house. It’s along the wall we share with our neighbor. I only notice it at 11 p.m. when I’m too tired to do an extensive search but it kept gnawing at me.
Armed with a flashlight I checked everything. Behind and underneath the TV cabinet (whoa where did all those dust bunnies come from and do they make noise?) under all the furniture, all the faucets in the bathroom. Nada. It sounds like a dripping pipe but it’s not a regular beat like water or a mouse scooting around. Neither are good.
Since it has no rhythm and water drips do, I ruled that out. With four cats there better not be mice in my bedroom. Reluctantly, I ruled out that. That left…nothing.
I checked the clock radios in the bedroom. Then the TV connection. Maybe it’s an electronics noise. Static or something.
In the end I went to bed. If something happens, I’ll deal with it then. It was gone the next morning and for the next few days. Today I heard it again. The “mouse” is back. (Truly it’s not a mouse as Morgan would pick up on that.)
I don’t know what pet-less people do about strange noises. I’m convinced that we have a poltergeist that occasionally visits us between trips to warmer climates. This week he or she is at a tiki bar in the Bahamas socializing with my Muse who seems to be spending more time there lately. Wish they’d send me a plane ticket so I could join them!