She saw on TV that ghosts made things cold, and she’d always had chilly feet at night.
So she found a stone with a hole through the middle and she waited under the covers until the chill made her toes curl.
Gently, she sat up, closing one eye and holding the stone up to the other.
Shimmering and thin as a beam of moonlight, the cat stretched and resettled on her feet.
She smiled and went back to bed, careful not to kick.
She’d always wanted a cat.
@vicorva Until kitty starting knocking everything off the shelves and mewing all the time to be fed/put outdoors/put indoors/wanting treats/wanting pets/I don't know! What DO you want kitty?!
@maverynthia ghost kitties are still kitties. XD
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