it’s 2:35 am

Torii woke me up about half an hour ago. The night weather is really pleasant lately, so I put the box fan in the window before bed.

Torii was maybe a foot from that window and crying. This girl is her super sad kitten cry. Her there's-a-bug-flittering-around-the-ceiling-I-want-to-play-with-it-but-I-can't-get-at-it cry but extra mournful. So I jumped up and more or less remembered how to walk and she was just sitting there and I couldn't see anything and I could only hear the fan.

I lookd around and gave up and went to the bathroom. Torii didn't come with me. I could still hear her crying from the far end of the (admittedly fairly small) house.

I turned on the back light and looked out all of the windows when I got back to the bedroom. I didn't see anything unusual. I didn't hear any strange noises.

Meanwhile Torii suddenly ran out of the room and just stood watching from the top step. (My bedroom is a back room added on in the late 60s and is sunken because that seemed a cool idea then.)

Which didn't at all freak me out and prevent me falling back asleep.

Just know if I'm murdered that Torii tried to warn me.

p.s. It was a lulu of a day. I might update this post later with the details. If I live.