LIVING: Halloween - Who Needs Ghosts and Goblins...We Have CATS!

Almost everyone who knows me is aware that I am a total spazz when it comes to all things creepy, crawly, or scary in nature.  I startle when someone says "Boo", I essentially fall all over myself if someone jumps out at me,  and my basic "flee" instinct is to climb the tallest object I can find as soon as possible. Because of this, I don't do haunted houses, I don't watch scary movies, and my husband has learned to never, ever jump out and scare me. My idea of a good time is to dress up like a vampire or pirate and drink up (alcohol, not blood).

Tonight, I watched a Travel Channel special on Halloween Haunts around country.  Not scary...at all.  But, in all honesty, I think that watching everyone else get scared over and over was starting to get to me a little. About halfway through the show I noticed that Roxy was staring intently through the hall into Paul's office. He had the lights off and was sleeping on the couch, so I assumed she was looking at him. No biggie. Five minutes later, I looked over, and she was STILL staring intently. Her fur was starting to stand on end and she wasn't moving a muscle (Notice how the hair around her chest is puffed out. That's not normal). 

I said her name, and got no reaction. So I dropped something, and she barely twitched an ear. I got up and walked over to pet her, and she still didn't budge. At this point I thought maybe she was have a cat seizure or something (yes, I'm paranoid like that). Then she starting rocking back and forth, like the freakin' mental patients they were showing the stupid haunted houses on TV!!!  She'd rock and then sniff the air, rock, sniff, rock, sniff, rock...  I was getting seriously creeped out. Then, suddenly, she blinked, looked around like everything was normal, jumped down, and sauntered over towards Paul's office. 

I sat down and had just settled back into my show when she came racing through the living room like the devil himself were hot on her heels.  Her back legs were sliding all over the place and I could hear her claws as she careened across the wood floors. She practically flew into the sunroom, and then started looking frantically around her head like she was being attacked by something. If bats, or eagles, or flying monkeys were attacking her I would have not been the least bit surprised. Kecia was just as startled as I was and looking around trying to figure out what happened.

At this point, I realized I was standing on the back of the sofa hanging on for dear life.

We've caught her staring at the doorway like this at least twice in the last 30 minutes. She'll zone out for a few minutes, then go wander around like everything is fine.  Paul is convinced that it's the surround sound that scared her (we have a speaker placed over that doorway). 

Regardless of her issue, this cat is freaking me out! I've decided this is not the year to venture out of my comfort zone and try some haunted houses or scary movies. I'm getting enough thrills just staying at home!