So we’re minding our own business in our own living room, watching some damn thing on TV, and The Girl nudges me.

“Look at the cat.”

I did. There she was, under the ladder.

Fortunately, we don’t hold with that superstition foolishness. I mean, if we did, we’d probably have been far too freaked-out to work the camera.

(And never-you-mind why the ladder’s in the middle of the living room. It’s closely related to why we had the camera within arm’s reach. Trust us.)