When I woke up I could hear the sound of something breathing. It was very close to me, whatever it was.
My bedroom door stays closed when I sleep. My two cats stay in the living room. And yet, there was something breathing.
At first, I thought it was my imagination. Or, perhaps, what I was hearing was my own breathing.
I held my breath. Nope. The breathing sound continued.
There was definitely something in the room with me.
Bracing myself, I opened my eyes to survey the room…
The bedroom door was ajar.
Turning my head, I could see right next to my pillow, sleeping softly, was a pure black cat.
My cat. My Oliver.
Fucking Oliver somehow made his way into my bedroom, and freaked me the hell out on Halloween morning.
Ugh. Thanks, bud.