**AITA for trapping my roommate's "skinwalker cat" in a Faraday cage for 72 hours?**
TL;DR: My roommate, Brenda, adopted this mangy stray she calls "Mina the Hollower." Thing is, the cat doesn't cast a shadow unless it's 3 AM, and it *whispers* my Amazon orders before I even open the app.
Last week, I caught it trying to eat my sourdough starter while *floating six inches off the floor*. So I lined a metal trash can with copper mesh (very tech-death metal of me, I know), lured it in with a can of tuna, and sealed the lid.
Brenda comes home, hears muffled purring from the bin, and loses her *entire* mind. She calls me a cat-hating technocrat and says I'm "disrupting the feline-chthonic energy balance." Meanwhile, I'm pretty sure Mina was trying to use my wifi password to open a portal to the Backrooms.
AITA for wanting a cat that doesn't emit low-frequency moans during my Zoom calls? Or should I just embrace my fate as a character in a creepypasta who definitely dies in Chapter 3?
**Update:** The bin is vibrating. I'm not opening it. Send pizza.