They are still here.

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I avoid looking, mostly.  When I see something out of the corner of my eye I simply avoid looking, if I remember.  I was starting to get jumpy.  Ghosts don't really frighten me these days.  Enough... encounters... though... and I was starting to become unnerved.  I must have done well.  But that didn't end the events.  Now, ever few minutes to hours I hear a thump.  At first I thought it was the cats.  Then I realized it couldn't be.  Sometimes the girls were with me, when I was sleeping last night.  As well, unless the girls gained fifty pounds, I don't think they can thump like that.

I started ignoring that.  Now there are a few other odd noises.  As well, things are being tossed, sometimes at me.  It's not as if I am being attacked, it's more that something(s) want attention.  I simply don't know how to give that.  I'm sure there are various things here.  Some of them seem to know me.  Yeah, I could be telling you stories.  I'm just not.

A video popped in my collection.  I've seen it before, I always thought of someone specific when watching it.  This time I was sure who one of the visitors is.  Sometimes she... remembers.  Sometimes she doesn't understand.  Perhaps what visits is my own memory come to life, sometimes it's... not.  I just don't think all things, even if they could be classified as one thing, are always the same thing even within their classifications.  That's all.  Strange, but true.

I don't know.  Lots and lots of them here.  Though it seems to be relaxing.  Oh, and the girls, for the first few days of it, didn't seem to notice.  Only in the last, perhaps, three days have they started to act up.  Mostly they are just much more rowdy, and wanting to sleep with me and as closely as they can.  Ugh... air!  They are fighting more, chasing each other as if when they were much younger, and... just on a tear.  They do know something, but I don't think they quite get what it is, or they are.  Then again, I just notice things, I don't know, exactly, what things either.

I have a side chair beside my own chair.  I put a minor blanket on it.  The girls, usually Sassy, stays in that chair... has for months, maybe a year, now.  For this last week, they aren't using that chair.  Not as a usual, only, sometimes, as a means by which to beg to get on my lap.  Sassy now rests on the cat scratcher/house/climbing post behind me.  Very strange.