I've been having really good luck scaring My Typist lately.
Look what happened last week.
She made me sit in the dark to take this picture, so you can see exactly what she saw.
A few days later, she got another fright when she saw me sitting in the dark in the kitchen.
Then this morning, I did it again. While she was giving me a blowdry, I kept looking over her shoulder at something behind her. But when she turned round, there was nothing there! Haha!
"Georgia!" she screamed, "Why do you keep doing that?"
It's true. I've been doing a lot of that lately.
My out-at-work human tells her there are woo-woos in the house. [That might be because he's trying to trick My Typist into moving somewhere nice and quiet where he won't have to work anymore.]
My Typist thinks I'm one creepy dog.
I think My Typist is a big chicken.