When my a-Dorrie-ble kitten wants something, she meows for it, and I give it to her, because she’s cute. My mother-in-law has mentioned to me a few times in the past two weeks that I need to update my blog. So I’m doing this for Renee, because she’s cute.
And because after a rather adventure-free month, strange things have happened at the Burt house.
The chicken chili was simmering on the stove, and I was tidying up the kitchen, so there wouldn’t be as much to do after supper. Which included unloading the dishwasher. I’d already emptied all the bowls and plates and silverware from the bottom, and was just setting to work on the top rack. I reached for a plastic container, when something strange caught my eye.
Was that…
…a sippy cup lid?
No, it couldn’t be. We don’t own any sippy cups. Nor has anyone come over to our house who would have brought a sippy cup. Nor have we taken any of our casseroles or other serving containers anywhere that a sippy cup lid might have fallen in. And how do sippy cup lids just fall into other people’s stuff, anyway?
But yes. I picked it up between two fingers and dangled it in front of my eyes. It was a sippy cup lid. No mistaking it.
I called Mr. Burt into the kitchen. His train of thought mirrored mine. And didn’t make any more sense. The previous homeowners did have a child, but a sippy cup lid couldn’t have been stuck in a dishwasher for nine months, could it? I’m pretty sure I’ve looked at every inch of that dishwasher, to clean it. And even if the sippy cup lid had been in a cupboard, what are the odds of it falling out suddenly into the dishwasher? Wouldn’t I have seen it when I was loading?
The most logical explanation is, of course, that we’ve got a ghost.
So I’ve left the sippy cup lid out on the counter so I can keep track of its movements.
If too much time elapses between posts again, you might want to send that short actress with the big glasses and high voice around to my house to call me away from the light.
24/02/2007 at 12:09 pm Permalink
Last night I dreamed that you were having a baby and I found out because you posted it on your blog. So this post was a little confusing at first.
24/02/2007 at 1:03 pm Permalink
When I have a baby, I promise you will not find out on my blog!
24/02/2007 at 1:03 pm Permalink
You mean that creepy woman from the Poltergeist? I think she’s dead, isn’t she?
24/02/2007 at 1:05 pm Permalink
If I’m dealing with a ghost here, wouldn’t a dead woman be the best person to call?
26/02/2007 at 1:57 pm Permalink
Maybe the sippy cup came with your kitten as part of the shelter’s starter pack? As to how it got into the dishwasher. . . the cat did it, of course. Let this be a warning: before you start the dishwasher, make sure you know where Dorrie is.
26/02/2007 at 1:59 pm Permalink
Dorrie’s very interested in the dishwasher, but fortunately she’s too little to jump in the top! Though I’m sure she’ll be trying soon. She tried to get in the dryer on Saturday…
27/02/2007 at 9:55 pm Permalink
So I hear something blew down your fence? Yep, between that and the sippy cup, you definitely have the signs of a spiritual inhabitation in your house. You should probably buy a toy phone and call Poltergeist lady.
28/02/2007 at 7:56 am Permalink
That something would be the 45 mile an hour wind…