Sometimes in the morning- and only in the morning- the kitchen smells like kitty litter. We don’t have a cat.

Also, the front door locks and unlocks itself. It’s eerie, and a security risk, but just like people in a horror movie we stay, thinking it must be BASEMENT CAT, on his way home from a tough night of SOULSNATCHING.*

*On my blog I prefer that ALL CAPS be read not as shouting, but in an ENGLISH ACCENT.