Bats in the Belfrey
Ruffles, Ghost Watcher
I see ghosts. Not the creepy Sixth Sense “I see dead people” type, but spirits none the less. They float and bob. They sometimes talk, though I have no idea what they say. They are more unintelligible than my two-legs. I can just stare at these phantasms for hours on end. Quite often I do. It is entertaining. I like my specters. So why am I telling you about something I like when I generally expend my typing skills on grumblings? It is because of certain person, a person who just does not understand me. The skirted two-legs.
I have tolerated her pretty well for the 18 months (not in 4-legs time) she has been hanging around my two-legs. She derives an odd pleasure out of smacking my little behind. It feels good for a while but starts to get old. But I digress (smacking will be in a future post).
So take the other day for example. They were sitting on the comfy couch watching The A-Team. Big-little-bro was lying in his corner viciously gnawing on another cow bone. I was comfortably seated in front of the little table staring at the apparition drifting to the right of me. All perfectly normal and happy, life is good. Probably two or three episodes go by, my shade is still hanging out so I figured I would just keep staring. I am supposed to be keeping an eye on things for my two-legs right?
Suddenly, the skirted two-legs calls out, “Hey! Stupid!” Well, that is uncalled for. Here I am minding my own business and she starts yelling at me. “There’s nothing there to look at. Get over here.” I know I should obey, lest I get another smack, but the wraith is still invading my space. Then, with no warning, I am whisked off the ground and into the air. I protest, ‘No! Put me down! I must watch the ghost or he will vanish!’ I do my best to break free of her clasp but long limbs and opposable thumbs are just two much for me to handle. I nip. I grumble. Smack. Smack. Smack. “Stop being such a weirdo.” I return to the ground. Shamed.
I just think I am going to let the phantasms get her next time. I will continue to valiantly protect my two-legs. But she is off my ‘Save from ethereal beings’ list.