I came home from work the other night - I finish at 10pm - a couple of weeks or so ago. I walked in through the front door and switched the vestibule light on as I entered it. I shut the door, hung up my coat in the vestibule and took my safety boots off in the vestibule and left them in there. I opened the door to the living room which was almost pitch black. My cat was in there miaowing, happy to see me and wanting her supper. I switched on the living room light and noticed a porcelain figurine normally on the living room windowsill lying on the floor beneath the windowsill. I picked it up and put it back onto the windowsill thinking that my cat knocked it off and didn't think any more of it. But after what's happened tonight I'm now starting to wonder. In fact, in the two months I've lived in this house only once have I seen my cat on that windowsill.
Here's the figurine. It's very old and once belonged to my grandparents and I've kept it.
Here's the figurine. It's very old and once belonged to my grandparents and I've kept it.