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I sometimes wonder if attributing every weird noise to the cat is dangerous. I'll hear something and think "ah, it's just the cat" and go back to sleep without checking.

My cat actually saved me from a break in by straight up attacking the dude.

I was sleeping on the couch in my trailer and suddenly woke up to my cat yowling and some dude screaming and by the time I realized what was going on the guy had already run out the door with my cat right behind him.

Kitty cut deep too cause there was blood spatter on the door frame where dude grabbed it while running away.

My house is almost 100 years old, and so I hear my cat when he's coming up the stairs, and I get robbed of the extra 60s before he just starts meowing. He's an old man now, 15 or so, and so he spends the nights inside now, and he's not a fan. He will come upstairs anytime between 1145 and 230 in the morning and just start meowing, loudly, and I have a wife and two kids and I need them all to stay asleep, so poor Bruce Willis gets locked in the basement.

Sometimes it's right as I turn my light off when I'm done reading, and I lay my head on my pillow, he just rolls in. Sometimes I'm fast asleep and he does it. But five nights a week, at least, he needs to wake me up, and he goes to the backdoor, so the farthest place from my spot in bed, because he thinks he's going outside, and then I pick him up and put him in the basement. He will never learn.

I'm a super heavy sleeper but when we had our baby its like any baby sound is kept in the light sleep category and it wakes me up.

Its bizarre because I have the memory of hearing the sound and processing it while I was asleep, like was I even sleeping or does my memory just scrub everything until triggered like some game recording software to save the last x minutes

It sounds like you'd have to wind it back more, 30 years only puts us in the 90s and the stuff you're talking about sounds like even the 80s would have at a minimum raised eyebrows by the inspectors

God, there really is something there with that "problem!" signal that our brains can give off before any conscious dots have been connected. And this is for abstract shit that you'd figure our monkey brains wouldn't give a damn about.

Some parts of it still have lead sheath. For some reason.

My house is from the 30s and we had old knob and tube wiring, some of which had the lead sheathing as well. I would advise you probably replace that old wiring as soon as you can. The insulation under the sheathing is most likely cotton soaked in asphalt. After a while the asphalt dries out and becomes brittle and the cloth kinda just disintegrates over time. If that insulation fails the sheath can become electrified or create shorts.

We thought about keeping some of the original wiring when refinishing the house, after chasing down shorts for a couple days and one small electrical fire later..... We ended up redoing the whole system.

One morning I had a sleep paralysis while heat radiator was audibly leaking water. Woken up by sound of slowly unfolding emergency, but unable to do anything about it, even take a look, what a timing.

Anyway, when I finally was finally able to look, nothing was out of ordinary. It was just a sleep paralysis hallucination, either fully fabricated or creatively reinterpreting sounds of water in pipes from some works

Plumbing is the worst. Just kill me now

I swear random shit crackles and pops in the middle of the night

Damn, one of your neighbors might have found baby Superman instead of you.

I'm guessing that's what I heard a few months ago.

People all around our lake heard a loud explosion at the same time, but nobody ever found the source.

My problem is that my landlord would make random unscheduled visits with his dogs. I assumed it was him or his dog. It was a home invader, who found the front door unlocked. My landlord left it unlocked. I know it was him, because I parked in the back and never used the front door.

He looks loud.

I one hundred percent have it. Like you, infrequent, but it's either a bang or a crack, and sometimes a horn. Was so glad to learn they've got a name for it, because now I just chalk my waking up to a noise to it.

The little fucks love scampering.

I hate them.

(I also do nothing to stop them so it's on me)