Ghosties from my past
I am no stranger to ghosts, I seem them every now and then. They don't scare me often; some make my skin crawl or my heart pound a little faster, but none have tried to attack me or anything. My cat Sweetpea ran away three years ago, and we found a piece of her tail. Mom immediately decided the cougar caught her and was moaning and weeping, but I couldn't believe it. I went outside, and whaddayaknow I saw her. Poor dear was wild-eyed and cold and had some new scratches and went ballistic when she saw me. I wanted to catch her and bring her inside to safety, then take her to a vet to patch her up, but she wouldn't let me near. So, that was in May just under three years ago. Every summer I still see her, but she won't let me close. She's been getting more and more battered, just from living in the wild with predators I guess, so I don't understand why she didn't want safety.
Well, I can stop worrying now. This time, she is gone. I heard something moving things around under my bed, so at first I thought it was Momo since she sometimes plays hide-and-seek down there, but Momo was downstairs on the couch. A silvery cat with black stripes and half a tail crawled out from under my bed, looked at me with big green eyes, then vanished. That was Sweetpea's ghost.
R.I.P.
Well, I can stop worrying now. This time, she is gone. I heard something moving things around under my bed, so at first I thought it was Momo since she sometimes plays hide-and-seek down there, but Momo was downstairs on the couch. A silvery cat with black stripes and half a tail crawled out from under my bed, looked at me with big green eyes, then vanished. That was Sweetpea's ghost.
R.I.P.