posted on Mar, 2 2010 @ 01:12 PM
I hope this doesnt sound as insane as I think it will.
A fw years back I lived alone in an apartment with 2 cats, Jimmy(after Jimmy Page) and Bob (after Robert Plant). I had a cheapo full length mirror,
you know the target brand kind that looks like a funhouse mirror if its not sitting perfectly straight?
Well, Jimmy was tortured by someone in the area. No idea who, but someone nailed one of his paws to a board, and fed him some sort of poison. He didnt
make it very long.
After Jimmy died, Bob became obsessed with the crappy mirror. He would stare at it for hours. he would look behind it, all around it, like he was
trying to figure out how to get inside.
Now, after Jimmy was tortured, I stopped letting my other one go outside. Just seemed like common sense.
I came home from work one day, maybe a month after Jimmy died, and Bob was just gone. No open windows or doors, no place for him to hide left
unchecked, he was just gone.
I lived in that apt for around 9 months after that, and never saw him again. To this day, I am convinced it had something to do with that mirror.
Yup, I was right, that sounds friggin crazy