Neither did the other two cats. Nor anyone else.
The bedspread was pushed to a peak near the pillows. It involved a top blue comforter, a blanket and a sheet, all moved as though someone was trying to make a little mountain or party hat. This time it was on my husband’s side of the bed, but it had also happened on mine. Alternating sides. I had barely noticed when it started a few weeks ago. Always after I made and smoothed the bed, carefully brushed off the cat hair and sprayed lavender linen spray.
Should I put a camera on the dresser like they do on Ghost Hunters? No, I’m not sure I would want to see it move. It’s okay if it’s just there.
At first, I just walked to the scrumble and straightened out the bedspread. I did think the cat did it. Baby Cat. He’s the youngest, the largest and the most naughty.
