Monday, November 23, 2015

I had called dad.  While on the phone talking to him, I was walking around the living room.  I stopped and was looking into the junk room, where I have the kittens.  I described the kittens to dad.  He was amazed that I had a grand total of 9 cats and kittens in the house.  He swore that was way to many.  I agreed with him.  It is too many. But as I explained to him, I was taking care of the momma and kittens for a friend.

I turned 90 degrees from the doorway to the junk room and was facing my bedroom.  I stood in the doorway, just basically standing there talking with dad.  All of a sudden, the heater I have on the headboard, turned on by itself.  This heater was turned off.  I use the heater at night to get the chill out of the room before I go to bed.  

To turn the heater on, you press the power button.  There is no automatic thermostat to this heater so it cannot turn itself on and off.  I am wondering if Mike had came to visit and thought it was freezing in there as it is winter and he is a Cajun from Louisiana.  

I believe it could have been Mike, as he visited not too long ago.  I forgot to blog that visit.  I don't remember exactly when it was, but it was withing the last month or so.  I had been in bed, almost asleep.  All at once, I got a big whiff of campfire smoke.  The smell only lasted about 2 seconds.  Campfire smoke is Mike's calling card when he visits his family.