As a child, Gary Copeland had an Alternate Reality TWIDDER that boggled the minds of he and his brothers:
He writes “When I was a boy, in the early 1960’s, we lived in an old farmhouse near Millersport, Ohio.
“Back then it wasn’t unusual for all of the children to sleep in one bed, as did my brothers and I. Three active boys in the same bed made for stressful sleeping arrangements, to say the least.
“One night we were fussing over the usual things—pillows, blankets, and space—when our black cat Midnight strolled into the room and jumped up on the bed. He ducked his head under our hands until we paid attention to him.
“After we had taken turns petting our cat, he started batting at us, in a playful mood. As with any group of children, the more excited we became, the louder we got.
“It wasn’t long before we heard the stern tone of Mother’s voice from the bottom of the stairs. She asked us what we were doing and if we knew what time it was. The cat leaped from the bed, heading for higher ground.”
Gary and his siblings tried to explain how it was all the cat’s fault. But their mom was having none of it. She declared that Midnight was in the downstairs walk-in closet where she’d put him to catch a troublesome mouse. The kids protested violently that that couldn’t be . . . they’d just been playing with Midnight!
Their mom invited them to prove her wrong. They quickly searched the bedroom, including the closet, under the bed, and in the clothes basket; no cat. Then they followed their mom down to the main floor closet. She opened the door, and pulled the chain light. And there, on the floor of the closet, was Midnight!