My family is away on vacation this week. I’ll join them in a few days. Just me and the cats and the
turtle tortoise right now.
My wife and my youngest daughter have had the feeling that Mr. Evil (Lio) is haunting us. I suppose it’s because it’s been hard for us to let go of him. We were more attached to him than we thought. Than I thought, anyway.
They’ve heard him making the funny meow he made, or moving his dish around downstairs like he used to do.
Last night, alone in bed in the empty house, I heard it. The dish.
Maybe it was the tortoise. Maybe we have mice.
Still, I yelled for Lio to come upstairs where I could see him. He didn’t come, though.
He never did come when you called. So it could have been him.
Left to my own devices, I’d be crazy as a shithouse rat inside of a week.