Oh, yes... Indeed they can.
When I was a child, about ten years old, or so... My parents raised rabbits, always had ten or twelve of the furry critters. It was my job to make
sure they had food and water two or three times a day... Well one night I was headed out to the hutches to do just that before heading to bed...
I got about halfway when I heard a rattling sound, kinda like dried branches rubbing against each other... Problem? No trees in that particular area
of the yard... Being the brave ten year old I was, I bolted for the house. My older sister, age 15, decided we'd better check it out...she's much
braver than I, by the way. So, courageous children that we were, we armed ourselves with our two dogs, Princess, a big puff ball of a collie (Lassie
she wasn't...), and our psychotic Springer spaniel Rex...Now Rex was a strange dude, totally devoted to his puppies (us kids), nothing and no one got
near us without his approval...very protective.
So... The four of us head for the hutches. We hear the noise, only it's much louder, and to me, much scarier... Princess had decided long before
she wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. She was on the porch growling, and she never, save this one incident, growled. Actually, it was that
low fearful/fearsome snarl. We could hear it from yards away... Rex? Our ever faithful psychotic protector? The second he heard it, he was bolting
for the house...tail, such as it was, tucked away. Sis and I exchanged one look and we were gone. Doors slamming, bolting, and headed for the phone.
In due course, the cops arrive. They search the yard, find nothing. About this time, our parents and little brother get home from where ever it was
they'd gone... Dad was not happy to find cops in the house and yard... Nor was he happy to see two terrified young kids... Then he sees the dogs.
Unhappy becomes worried. I don't think he slept that night.
To this day, I have no idea what happened that night... The dogs knew something was wrong, and that it scared them.
It may be coincidence, but about four years or so later? Something got into the rabbits, killed 'em all, save one. No blood. No screams, and if
you've ever heard a hurt rabbit, you know that the scream will raise the hairs on your neck if you don't know what they are...even when you do, it's
scary. Given the carnage? There should have been an incredible amount of noise... Take that for what you will. Scared me then, scares me now.
'Til the day I moved out, I never felt comfortable in that area of the yard again.
Another encounter with the unknown was our big ol' Persian tomcat Thomas J. Alleycat. He usually stayed with me at night. He'd curl up and sleep by
One night I woke to the most horrible yowling I've ever heard. He was sitting at the foot of my bed, looking out the window, and he was in full
battle mode. Back arched. Fur puffed. His eyes absolutely feral. He was in full fight or flight mode. My room was in the basement, and the
neighbors house was only about ten feet away from the side of the house.
I felt it too, whatever it was. A couple of years before, my dad had given me his old Smith and Wesson .38, and it lived, still does, in my
nightstand. Fully loaded. I've never had to take it out but twice since I've had it, and that night was the first time. I picked up the cat, and my
gun, and moved to the far wall, and cat and I sat and waited for the rest of the night... It never occurred to me to head upstairs, that meant going
outside. That I wasn't going to do. Cat knew long before I did that something dangerous was outside. Don't know what, or who it was, and frankly,
don't want to know. I know this as an article of faith...I wouldn't be here if I'd gone outside to get upstairs...
I talked to my parents the next morning about it, and my dad got that look I've only seen a few times in my life... He'd decided to become very
dangerous. So, too, had my mom. My little brother got moved temporarily upstairs into the guest bedroom which was just down the hall from the 'rents
room...about ten feet. Small house. ...and the floor creaked as they wandered the house watching and listening...for two or three weeks after.
For some odd reason, 'cause I'm no hero... I refused to move out of my room. Worst argument I've ever had with my parents... Whatever it was, and
I've always called it "it", wasn't going to make me run.
Cat saved me. ...and 'til the day he died, he stayed all night in my room, never did his nightly romps again, that I'm aware of... He stayed with
It's been almost thirty some years now, and that particular night still gives me chills. It never repeated, thank god.
So to answer your question? Yes. They can see and hear, even feel things we can't.
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