©Shers Gallagher 2015
When we were kids - way before my little sister was born - my brothers and I were hooked on a TV horror series, entitled 'Thriller'. We were such a motley crew back then that, every chance they could get, my young parents would get away to rekindle their romance together. On one such occasion, I remember an elderly lady babysitting us, which was on an evening where, earlier, one of my little brothers had been playing baseball with the other in the front yard and had accidentally hit the ball into the living room window, causing a small hole yet to be repaired. Now, this hole was in the window just behind the couch where we all sat to watch television. Perhaps you can guess the scenario that followed....
'Thriller' was on, and with babysitter in the middle, we all sat mesmerized, watching the creature from the deep (or something like that) when, suddenly, one of our house cats stuck her paw through the hole, attempting to get in. She had reached up and clawed the poor old babysitter, who shrieked bloody murder. We all leapt up with her, popcorn flying everywhere, only to see our bad cat scurrying off in the distance. The cat didn't return till morning, and the poor elderly babysitter never returned again.