A little over 3 weeks ago, Spike was out on the balcony by himself. It wasn't completely dark yet and I'm sure he was watching the crowd in the pool. You may recall that I've called him Mr. Kravitz before as he's really nosy and likes to spy on the neighborhood.. After all, it's what cats do third best. First being napping and second being eating, of course.
All of a sudden, I heard a noise. A loud bang. And Spike came tearing into my bedroom like a cat out of hell. He dove in the closet (his favorite spot to sleep in when I'm not home). I went to check out the balcony but I didn't see anyone or anything. It was a total mystery to what the noise was that scared my scaredy cat!
So...he was in the closet for more than an hour before he came slowly out. He was all cautious cat as if testing the ground he was walking up to make sure it was solid. He didn't go back outside that night. In fact, he hasn't been out on the balcony since then unless I'm with him! The place he used to beg to go to everyday when I got home he now won't step foot on without an escort. What the blooming heck happened out there?
I wish I knew what scared my wee furry beastie.
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P.S. I may not catch up with your blogs til the weekend. Hope you have a good one. :)
