have your eyes ever played tricks

I have often thought women are carrying a cat on their head instead of a hat.

A couple of weeks ago I went to pick up a stick off my living room floor. It was a newt. I really wish it had been a stick.

I get a little confused every time I open the 'active conversations' list on here. The second item starts "Read Gransnetters etc." I always see it as 'Real Gransnetters' and momentarily wonder what 'False Gnetters' are like

I keep thinking I see a ghost of a man in our house - I blink and he disappears! It's not frightening; just odd

I picked up a large bumble bee once thinking it was a button.
Should have gone to Specsavers.

My FIL asked me to look in his outer ear as he was complaining of unexplained sudden hearing loss. Mustering 10 years of nursing experience I peered in and to my horror saw a prominent pink growth protruding.
I took him straight to his GP who, with the aid of a pair of tweezers removed a tiny pink rubber which had come adrift from the end of his pencil.

I've done the tomato stalk/spider thing, in my time. I'm terrified of spiders so it's always heartstopping for me.

The best one ever was when a friend was staying with me. She woke me early one morning to say that one of my cats must have had an accident as he was lying dead on my kitchen floor. In shock, I ventured down to see what on earth was going on and found my cat looking hale and hearty and very pleased with himself for having killed a rabbit and dragged it in through the cat flap. My friend had failed to put in her contact lenses!

We were driving back from eating out with DD and her then boyfriend when she let out a scream and said “you just ran over a mouse! It ran into the road and you ran over it.” So DH got out, walked back to the “mouse”, picked it up and carried back to the car a large, curled up, dead - leaf! He does not miss an opportunity to remind her of it!

love the cat one Suedonim Years ago I saw a cat asleep at the bottom of the tree at the end of our garden..it was still there when I got back from work 8 hours later.I was really worried that the poor thing was dead.When I plucked up courage to check on it it wasn't a cat ata ll...it wa s a burst football ,it was just how the light hit it that made it look like a cat..at least thats what I said to my OH ...lol

A football!

I once mistook a rather dried up brillo pad for a mouse, it was on the kitchen windowsill, window open and it was moving in a gentle breeze!

What is it about cats? If it's not bad enough having to admit to chatting to your cat while you're tidying up, I have to admit that I once found I'd actually been chatting to my handbag.

Some years ago I spent ages trying to coax my cat to come in for the night (he had an irritating habit of running off if you went out to try and pick him up and carry him in). After half an hour of rattling a box of cat biscuits and tapping his food dish, my OH mentioned that the cat was asleep on the chair and I'd been trying to coax a plastic carrier bag to come in.

love it Chewbacca