Spooker was a fine, frisky young adult cat when we moved into our first house, in Dayton, Ohio. She quickly realized it was her palace, and her playground. She delighted in running up and down and up and down the carpeted stairs. And that's where it got weird.
See, when she was in one of her running sprees, sometimes she would be possessed by the spirit of a little dog.
She would run up and down the stairs, barking.
Yes, that's right.
Barking.
Our cat would run up and down the stairs, barking: "ruh-ruh-ruff ruff ruh ruff". It sounded freakily like a yappy terrier. She did this dozens of times over the years we lived in that house.
Turns out, the previous owners had kept a terrier and her litter of pups in the basement, the cat lady next door told me, and one of the puppies had fallen down the basement stairs and had died.
Oooooh --- creepy. My Spooker was channeling a terrier.
After we moved out of that house, Spooker NEVER made that barking sound again. Sure, she still delights in her wild full-moon inspired midnight rampage runs. But now, it's just the Spooker running. No barking.
Today, Spooker spends more time curled up, napping, than most anything else. She's 13 years old now and she is still not amused that I have thrust a bunch of hyperactive miscreants into her dotage. When she's not napping, she's usually growling or hissing at Daphne or Chloe, or Little Isis and Pete.
But Spooker is still my #1 kid, and we share a pillow at night. When I get into bed at night, I lie on my back, reading. Spooker is on my chest, getting a good ear scratch during this time. Then, when it's time for lights-out, I turn over and spread out the pillow flat. She curls up on her half, and I get half with my nose sticking into her fur. I wrap my right arm around her, and we drift off into a purry slumber.
Don't forget - come back tomorrow for an announcement of something we've concocted to help celebrate Spooker's up-coming Gotcha Day!
Cheers,
Not The Mama
Wow - Spooker is a very sensitive kitty if she's picking up on ghostly vibes.
ReplyDeleteHappy gotcha day a little early, Spooker!
Charlemagne and Tamar
Channeling a terrier?! Wow, that is spooky, Spooker!
ReplyDeleteThat just goes to prove how special Miss Spooker really is, right?
ReplyDeleteDMM
Whoa, I think "Spooker" is the perfect name for her, channeling the little terrier. I'm glad you have special Spooker time with her every night.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for the thoughts and prayers for our family. It really means so much to us. Also, thanks for posting KC's graphic over at House Panthers!
ReplyDeleteThat's quite a story - I wonder if I can bark...
ReplyDeleteSpooker sounds like a super cool kitty.
ReplyDeleteSpooker seems to be aptly named the barking was spooky. We thinks she is very well loved. ~S,S,C & F
ReplyDeleteI just finished reading Spooker's side of the story! I love the adjectives you used - well, the nouns and verbs were pretty clever, too!
ReplyDeleteThat is really weird about the terrier thing. Good grief! Makes one wonder....
~~~Blessings~~~
Well, I nefer learned ta bark, but the sleepin on The Big Thing in bed sounds like my nights...
ReplyDeleteKind of scary!
ReplyDeleteGoodness, that is a spooky story. FAZ
ReplyDeletePsychic spooker!
ReplyDeleteOh my - I would write more, but I am laughing (in cat) hysterically.
ReplyDeleteMrs Spooker you are too cool! it must have felt very funny having a little woofie spirit, but I bet you were in super tip top shape.. my momma needs that! :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful girl you is, specially for looking over your dadda all night :)))
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