Subject: WWW Form Submission
Date: Sat, 23 Sep 2006 00:05:24 -0700 (PDT)
The House of Cats
I would like to keep myself anonymous. But I would like to share a story that happened to my Brother who I'll call G. This story takes place in Ireland and in 1964. My two brothers used to hike down to the Republic of Ireland from the North to visit cousins and aunts. Anyway one afternoon they decided to stop and ask for directions to see if they were on the right track, literally. It was G's turn to ask so he trampled up a driveway that led into a cobblestoned courtyard. There was a barn with hay and a tractor and an old white washed thatched roof farmhouse. The odd thing was there were cats, millions of them meaowing at him, rubbing themselves against his leg. He went to the front door and knocked on it. No answer. He knocked again. Stiil no answer. he pushed past the meaowing cats and looked in the bay windows. He saw these cats sitting around a hole, looking in. Then they turned and looked at him, smiling (so, he reckoned). G bolted for it, passed the cats, who now hissing at him. He ran screaming for E to come and check this place out but E was already half down the road, running like buggery.
A few weeks later he went back with a few mates but he couldn't find the house.