We just realized that the thumping and rattling of the kitchen cupboards downstairs is our resident den mother ghost. She sometimes says goodnight to us, and expresses appreciation for how quiet and clean we are.
But right now, she’s making breakfast. We’ve heard this thumping of the cupboards before, and blamed it on the animals… But the kittens are in the room with us. And our neighbour, who lives on the other side of the duplex, is away on vacation. The only living beings in this building are in the bedroom right now, and yet we can hear the cupboards opening and closing, and I can smell bacon and toast.
It’s friendly, funny and freaky at the same time!