This afternoon I looked out the window and saw my cat floating through the air. His front paws were straight out in front of him, while his back legs and tail dangled. He looked over me and gave me a pitiful “maooooo.”
“What are you doing?” I yelled as I opened the sliding glass door.
The cat slowly came down onto the deck. A smile, like the Cheshire Cat materialized in the air, then the rest of The Ghost came into view.
“Nigel. Leave the cats alone,” I said to the aperation standing in front of me.
“What? Can’t I have a little fun? Admit it, you thought it was funny,” said the ghost, as he ran his hair through his glossy black hair. Today he was in his black suit, looking perfect and ready to bury.
“Get in out of the rain,” I told him.
“Doesn’t bother me.”
“It bothers me. Get inside.” I closed the door because I knew he’d get through it either way.
He vanished then appeared leaning against the hearth of my big fire place.
He smiled at me and watched me walk across the room to put some books away. “So what is the Vampire up to today?”
“It’s Friday. Aren’t you supposed to be out blood sucking? You know, Friday lunch and all?”
“Done. I had a lovely time by the way.”
He gave me a look of disgust. Ghosts are like that.
“Well, Mr. Ghost, Clara and I went to the Old City Cemetery this morning. She wanted to find the Hamilton grave.”
“Sometimes I wish I’d been buried there.”
I shrugged. “You’re in a lovely place.”
“I’m no place Juliette. I’m a ghost. Remember?”
“You’re here with me.”
“You’re a Vampire. It doesn’t count.”
“You’re an asshole. And it does count. Don’t even go there Nigel.”
He smiled. At least he could admit I was right this time.
The cat went to rub up against Nigel’s leg, and for a moment he was solid, then he wasn’t. And then he was gone, leaving me with my small purring beast.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman