Our house is small, so this can be a loud auditory experience. I’ve become accustomed to things crashing in the middle of the night. (It goes without saying that it’s the china I haven’t used since Elvis was alive.) Somehow, our new Siamese cat, Cairo, had gotten one of the lower cabinet doors partially open, and was swatting at the newspapers inside that are protecting my good china. (Anything is better than writing.) So, I got up from my elegant office space shoved in the back corner of the dining room and went to see what was going on. One minute ago, while I was sitting down to write this, I heard a weird, loud crinkling noise that I felt needed to be investigated. If you want to live in a world where strange sounds emanate from parts of your house that you’re sure are unoccupied, here’s how to do it: Get a cat.
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