The Cat Sparks Are Coming Out of Its Hair

A snob of filia descended from her perch in the closet and began her nocturnal patrol of the paranormal. She stopped beside my bed and stared at a large bank of windows in my bedroom, transfixed by the partially parted drapes that were gently swaying in the sultry summer breeze. While these psychotic hallucinations were quote unquote normal for her, that night's display was somewhat unusual. Small spark shot out from the tips like a sparkler on the 4th of July. This phenomena only occurred when she encountered other people, which was rare considering she spent most of her time on the top shelf in my closet.