There is a spirit here at the house. It's my old black cat, I often see her back end going round corners, never her face. She may move with me but I guess she is locked to the house.
She was 24 years old when she died. At the end she had a stroke, got lost and I thought died somewhere but no, there was a sign in the local vets "elderly black female cat found, very very noisy, collect immediately." . After that she never left the house. She was named after a liquor as when she was a kitten and had no name, we were drinking an Irish cream called baileys and kitty put her head in the glass and got it stuck. She would follow any visitor around, my window cleaner asked "how many black cats do you have?", one I said. "Oh, every window I go to there is a black cat". She followed him around from window to window every time.
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Last edited by Vanilla; 11/01/1503:49 AM.
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