I was taking some pictures last night of The Runt's odd habit of staring upward at ... nothing. He just looks up into the ether, like there's a TV up there or something. This morning I was flipping through the pictures I took last night, and, well ...
So, there's The Runt, staring at a corner of the kitchen ceiling. Yeah, I know, I don't get it either. He'd hopped up onto the counter to get a closer look at ... whatever he was looking at. Now, look into the window. Directly above The Runt's right ear, you'll see the reflection of my hands holding the camera. Got it? Now, look to the right of that.
Hmmmm. Obviously, an alien ghost with glowing eyes was standing at my shoulder when I took that pic.
Great. Now I'll never sleep again.