2017 Nightmare Fuel Day 20

The loathsome cat stares at the mystery

I have to gather information, case history.

Shouting, stomping, scooping up and removing

None of it helped, it strolled back, disapproving.

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Maybe there was enough, I got the ghost on audio,

Singing about domino’s, gambling and calypso.

Toys are curious, a rare fascination,

Slideshow of it walking toward new accommodation.

Fell on its plastic nose, not to move again,

The cat glares at it, full of disdain.

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Old fashion VHS tape shows the door floated,

The cat watched it cross the hall, I noted.

It sits in the middle of the hall, like it knows,

I want it to go away, or at least doze.

It’s eyes never close, and it’s always sniffing,

They’ll say I’m scared of a cat, slipping.

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The tiny mammal doesn’t care about my career,

Forefront of of Paranormal Studies, the frontier.

Any measurement I take while alone is repeatable,

Science says that’s unbeatable.

Stupid cat adds unpredictability,

The extra witness might improve ghost’s agility?

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That’s it, that a testable theory,

Add more people, ghost becomes cheery?

Ghost becomes cheery and moves around more,

Can walk the toy and float the door.

The missing piece was always the cat,

I should put down a saucer of milk, nonfat.

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What will they say back home when I admit

That mammal helped me, little shit.

It looks at me now, proud and regal,

I yell down the hall “Reading minds isn’t legal!”

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Should I stay or should I go, stuck on repeat in my brain

The cat bops its head to the beat, profane.

Maybe it’s been the cat all along,

Further study needed, so long.