Our house can’t be haunted. It shouldn’t be. But there are days that these two rascals make me believe otherwise…
Big Brown (BB) – Hey, let’s both stare off into space, look like we’re concentrating on something and freak the girl out.
Little Black (LB) - Great idea! There’s nothing more entertaining than freaking Tuna Lady out with our laser eyes.
BB – Ooh, what’s that up there?! Is it a bug? A ghost? A shiny light reflection?
LB – Ah, it’s nothing but look at her face. She looks confused. It’s working! It’s working! It’s working!
LB - Okay, time to change directions. Do it slowly and concentrate hard!
LB - Wait… what are we doing again?
BB - We’re pretending there are ghosts in the house! Come on! You’re ruining the act. Pretend to be mystified.
LB - I don’t know… I don’t think this is going to work.
BB - Yes, it is! Look! Look at her face! That is the face of a confused lady. Come on! Keep staring off into space.
LB - Whatever, dude. I don’t want to be labeled as the ‘crazy cat that’s always confused.’
BB – Fine, but I swear it was working. ‘Sides, you’re already the crazy cat that’s always confused so ha!
And it was working. It really, really was. They were just perched in the hallway staring at absolutely nothing… at least nothing that I could see. There was a little part of me… okay, okay, a big part of me that was desperate to know what they were concentrating on. Crazy, crazy cats…
