Story #299 I Have A Ghost Cat.
He is funny and he likes to play in the night; waking me by playing with a bell ball, that he totally ignored when he was alive. Now that he is a ghost, he loves to roll it around and ring the foolish thing when I am trying to sleep. I don't mind that so much, but well, I did get rid of the litter box, so I guess I can't blame him for not using it, but I wish he'd go and relieve himself in the other room. Being awakened by the smell of cat poop in the night, when there is NO CAT in the apartment, is just rude. Ah, but, I love him still, and when I feel that little paw touching my neck looking for the pulse he couldn't sleep without, I feel he is not really gone. He is still around.