My mom heard the attic creature last night. She flinched, stared at the ceiling, and said, “Oh, that’s not normal.” Because, as she pointed out, it doesn’t exactly sound like running, or rolling, but more like a combination of the two—set at Speed Racer velocity—combined with a fluttering sound like wings. Even the Five-Cat Death Squad (okay, there hasn’t been much death lately) acts unsettled, but that’s probably because they’re not at full fighting strength. The best of the hunters, Roxanne, has given up the mantle as Lead Claw in the fight against the mice, and now spends all her spare time eating.
It’s the holidays. She’s feeling the groove.
Here’s a funny article by Neil Gaiman about Christmas Trees.