About a week ago, a couple of days before Texas arrived, I was awakened by the sound of pots crashing to the kitchen floor.
"Oh, God, raccoon again," I thought, but then I remembered that the pet door was closed, and I went back to sleep. I briefly considered the fact that all of my pots and pans are kept in cupboards and therefore could not have crashed to the floor, but ... meh. It was the middle of the night. Back to sleep.
The next morning I went out to the kitchen to find that something had upended the dish drainer, full of dishes, onto the floor.
Okay, so the way I see it, we've got two possible scenarios, here:
a. One of the cats, for whatever odd reason, hopped up onto the counter and shoved the dish drainer onto the floor. Was there ... a mouse in the dish drainer? Because given what happened when Texas was here, that's plausible. And I can think of no other reason for a cat to suddenly decide to trash the kitchen in the middle of the night.
b. I've got a poltergeist.
I'm telling you right now, it had BETTER be option (a), because I've LIVED in a haunted house before, and I'm NOT going through that again.