Last night, as I pulled into my parking space, I saw a ghostly apparition pacing back and forth in the living room window. Was it an end-of-the-world omen or a spirit instructed to walk me through my past?
No. It was Watchcat Collette, keeping tabs on the street. It was reassuring to know that the most threatening behavior I could expect from her was biting my feet--and she didn't feel up to doing that last night.
