CattyCorner: The Haunting Of Forrest Wisewhiskers

Written by: Kelli Brinegar
For more than five years, Kelli Brinegar has been using her ability to write and her passion for research to tell the tale of what cats are thinking and why. She has provided care to more than 30 cats in her lifetime.Read more
| Published on October 13, 2020

Ghoulish greetings my pawsome minions and cat cohorts.

The season of the witch and her feline familiar is upon us!

Cats, rejoice in your spooky ways!

But, a reminder to my cat brethren for this spookiest of seasons. While it’s our time to shine, we have to remember safety. Kitties, stay in on Halloween. Snuggle your pawrents while they watch a scary movie.

You hear that cat minions, keep your cats inside or in a secure location on Halloween. Kitties may complain, but it’s for their safety.

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In celebration of these haunted evenings, let me tell you my horrifying tale. It will make the fur stand up on your spine!

The Haunting of Forrest Wisewhiskers

The night rang with thunder and the hard downpour of rain. You know, the perfect scary story kind of set-up. And the hour was late, even spookier right?

My parents had been sleeping for hours when I woke from my snooze, whiskers tingling against the midnight air.

Wind whipped the windows, throwing the rain into the glass. My ears could hear only the storm and the voice that whispered inside its violence.

“Forrest,” sighed the wind. “Who’s in the kitchen?”


Now I’m no scaredy cat, but my paws just wouldn’t leave the couch as I realized the wind had spoken true. I wasn’t alone in my waking, someone else was nearby. But both mom and dad were still in their room. It was me and some other who didn’t belong.

Though the storm screamed outside, the silence inside the house was thick and easily broken by a crunch from the kitchen. The sound of teeth obliterating some hard thing and reducing it to a pile of dust.

At this, I leapt from the couch, something close to fear riding beneath my blasted curiosity.

Slowly, on quiet paws, I approached, the awful gnashing growing louder and more frantic.

Crunch, crunch, smack, smack.

Crunch, crunch, smack, smack.

Over and over, the noise grated my nerves as my feet treaded to its sick rhythm. Until, finally, I put toes to tile floor.

And found nothing!

The kitchen was empty.

halloween safety cats

As the dread that had bespelled me washed away, I was left standing in the dark kitchen, my eyes focused on the scariest sight of all.

The food bowl I’d left half full of kibble was empty!

halloween cat

I’ve still not recovered from my fright, nor have I figured out who the phantom eater might have been. Oh, but you can believe, I’ve been keeping a close eye on the bowl to be sure this terror does not come to pass ever again. So far so good, but I want your cat to never know such horror, so a reminder for you humans

Don’t forget to feed the cat.

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