I was giving myself my afternoon cleaning yesterday when I suddenly felt a far away yet somehow also near voice calling my name...
There was no one with me in the room so I assumed I'd heard someone outside and mistakenly assumed they were calling my name, but then it happened again.
It seemed to be coming from above. I looked up. Nothing. Then I heard it again.
I was about to start getting all religious and stuff (can you believe it? at ninety?) when I turned around and realized it was my owner calling me from the doorway.
Getting old sucks. Your hearing goes all funny and you think your owner sounds like God.
