The Night Visitor

What I am about to tell you is a true story that happened to me around the year 2008 and concerns an unwelcome visitor in my hkuse during the night.

It had been a typical finish at the Horseshoe Inn and I had returned home at around midnight. I don’t know about you but I cannot simply switch off from work, have my Tea, and go straight to bed, I need to wind down a bit first. It was at this time my Westie was still alive even if he was getting on a bit, so I let him have a wander up the garden to do his business hoping this would mean he would not be waking me up in the middle of the night. I left him out for a little bit and left the backdoor open for him so he could come in when ready and I sat on the sofa watching something on one of the cable channels. It was getting late and I decided to call it a night, as I switched off the television, I saw something white in the corner of my eye disappear up the stairs. I closed and locked the backdoor, did my nightly ablutions and retired to bed, Vila was sleeping in his basket on the landing so I gave him a quick tickle on the back en route. Just as I was drifting off I felt my mattress dip slightly and the dog curl up by my feet. As I began to doze I felt him budge up to around my waist.

About two hours later I woke up for reasons I don’t really know, and in the semi-darkness I saw my white bundle of joy curled up next to me, so I started to tickle his head and mused how since he was trimmed how soft his furr had become. He started to nudge my hand and stared into space absently. Then, he began to purr… If I were in a sitcom it would have been one of those moments when I would have turned to camera with a comedy puzzled expression. I opened the curtains to allow some light in and no doubt about it: the neighbour’s cat was curled up on my bed giving an expression which suggested he was puzzled as to why I had stopped stroking him. I sit up in bed to pick him up and he meows, this wakes up the dog who came tear arsing into the room causing the cat to jump on the wardrobe and waking my dad up. So there was this scene of Dad trying to get the dog and calm him ad me trying to retrieve the cat and get him out the house. This was a curious experience I can tell you, almost surreal. Had it not been for my Dad’s I would have sworn blind it had been a dream, but he can confirm this.

An unusual stranger in the night you might say.

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