My 15 year old cat, Snickers, spends about 80% of her time wandering around the house meowing a low, mournful meow, with short pauses to press her face up to the corners of walls as if she's picking a fight with them. The other 20% of the time she spends in the spare bedroom in my finished basement, meowing at the fan and spare food bowls we keep in there with her so we can sleep at night and so that she has a room that is not scary for her. Still, without fail, every morning we are woken by the *thump*thump* on her bedroom door that means its finally light again and Snickers is ready to come back upstairs. Sometimes if we aren't quick enough to let her out, we'll hear a long, haunted "meeoooooowwwww" coming from the basement.
Happy October, everyone! May the monsters in your basement be as snuggly as Snickers.
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