The addition of a new body has ramped up the unusual noise occurrences here. I've already written about how there could be paranormal events happening here and we wouldn't know it because odd things happen on a regular basis. Hanging lamps swing for no reason, lampshades are askew, things fall to the floor, etc. We can now add skittering sounds as well as banging, slamming and crashing. If there is an upside, we are becoming way cooler in that we are now numb to the unexpected. I used to have a terrible startle reflex; now I am like - meh, whatever. At my last doctor visit, my blood pressure was through the roof, but externally I appear calm.
I am not complaining, oh no, far from it. Back when I worked at a radio station in Erie, PA, one of my co-workers was a really "cool" woman named Linda. Cool as in unflappable. The woman could not be fazed. When she walked, she sort of glided like she was on a hover board. Come to think of it, she may have just materialized sometimes. She had long black hair like Elvira, wore micro mini skirts and used a long, white cigarette filter. And she rode a motorcycle. Now, Linda was never startled but she scared the crap out of me. I would be typing away or engrossed in ledger sheets when I would catch a slight movement out of the corner of my eye, look up, and there she was, puffing on that long cigarette. I would jump out of my seat, much to her delight. Just once, I wanted to be able to look up without squealing like a little kid. Linda was an animal lover, especially cats, and now I get it. She was the closest a human can get to being cat like.
As I sit here typing, a bang of unknown origin just occurred in the kitchen. I turned, expecting to see somebody jump down from the top of the fridge, but there's nobody out there. I honestly think the house is now making phantom noises as a backlash to the actual stuff that goes on here. I can see it now. The next family that moves into this house in the future will move back out quickly because they'll think the place is haunted. When it's just the residual noise from years of kids and animals who inhabited the place. House memory.
Our newest family member has settled in nicely. As in, he has succeeded in finding his niche among the crowd. His role is to keep everybody else guessing. They never know where he is or when he will pop out and scare the bejesus out of them. Last night, he decided to hide in a box and wait for some unsuspecting victim to walk by. Rooney took the bait. She knew there was something in the box. While she investigated, he waited patiently. Just when she was about to give up and walk away, he flew out like a jack-in-a-box, scaring her half to death. She just looked at us like, "Why is he here?"
I have already decided Dash is smarter than anybody in the house - including us. He has several of those tracks with balls in them. The balls are supposed to stay in the track. I thought I was losing it cause when I checked, they were gone. One even had a tiny ball in it that wasn't there to begin with. I searched around and found the missing balls in various places and figured my grandson must have removed them (he was notorious for that when he was a toddler.) No sooner did I replace them, when Dash came running over to show me how clever he is. He figured out there is one spot where the balls can be removed. He maneuvered them with his paws then popped them out! He looked at me like, "How cool is that?" I was stunned. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes I wouldn't have thought it possible. I showed Andy and he was impressed. Well, he may have just acted that way to shut me up so he could watch his show.
Don't you love it when people are surprised at the amazing things animals can do, when they were here first? They've performed the most incredible trick of all - learning how to live with and manipulate humans. And they even seem to love us despite our flaws. They know our language, but how many people can speak theirs? Well, I am getting close. Or at least I like to tell myself that...
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