feath (feath) wrote,

I'm in the kitchen, cooking. I feel shahhe brush across my leg, the whip of a tail in passing. I *think* I hear a soft 'murow'. I look down. No cat. I look behind me, around me, through the door and down the hall. No cat.
when I looked down at my leg, my pant leg is still moving, as if something had brushed by it, and it was falling back into place. there was the slight sensation of a breeze, but no window or door was open.
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