Re: Liz’s story of “seeing” a bear in the Rockies reminds me of when I used to “house sit” for friends whilst on holiday - the real reason I was asked was for me to babysit their cat.
When I let her out into the garden around 10pm, I noticed a pattern immerging about getting her in again. She would either slip back in without me seeing her, or she would be outside totally ignoring my calls for her to return. Sometimes she was closely examining “something fascinating” (which, to my eyes, was invisible) on the path, or she would sit gazing up at the heavens – but still ignoring me.
One evening I called her in – but to no avail. I couldn’t see her – it was very dark and she had black fur, so checked inside the house – but no luck. As my calls were being ignored, I stopped calling her, and crept around the garden. Then, suddenly I saw her – sitting with her back to me – studiously examining something-or-other. So I quietly crept up to her – I stood there for a few minutes – quietly calling her; then realised I was actually calling an upturned flowerpot.
I went back into the house –and there she was – curled up on the settee, fast asleep.
John
