I am not fond of basements. Coming from Florida, we don't have them there for obvious sinkhole reasons. So our new house in New York has one, and I usually face it with dread. Today I was in the basement sorting dirty clothes, when I had that tingly sensation that someone/something was watching me. Oh-it was our neighbors cat and he was looking at me through our basement window. Oh thanks for scaring the bee jeebs out of me!
Now on my trip, (sorry I think I have a few more to tell)Oh, wait, so the week before my trip, my mom called to tell my she had our 21 year cat put to sleep. I assured her she did the right thing and that she wasn't suffering anymore and she had a very long and sweet life. Now she is buried in the back yard with our 3 dogs and many many goldfish (I have to bury them, I feel it is not a dignified death to be flushed)
Now the weird thing, I swear on a stack of Bibles (this coming from a girl raised as a Baptist) I kept hearing her meow at odd times of the day. Do you think there are animal ghosts? Sometimes I believe in ghosts and sometimes I don't. I'm Sculley and Moulder all rolled into one.