The Laird’s Cellar and the Witch Cats

Captain Burt, an engineer officer in the north of Scotland about 1730, was told by a minister of a Highland laird whose wine kept vanishing. Sure it was witches, he went into his cellar in the dark with a drawn broadsword, saw glaring eyes like cats and slashed about until he felt he had wounded one, but when a candle came there was only blood on the floor. He hurried to the hut of an old woman reputed a witch and found her bleeding on her bed, with her leg lying under it. The minister swore that four ministers had signed a certificate of the story.