“I'm tired,” I say, to no one in particular, so I'm not surprised that he answers.
“Take a nap, then,” the barely visible one purrs. The Woman, who sometimes senses him, calls him Ghostcat. That was not his name-among-us when he was flesh, nor his name his Man or Woman called him then, but it amuses me to call him that.
“Not that kind of tired,” I
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Since he used to act kinda crazy in his own cute way, we took to calling him Jeckyll PsychoKitty, which has since been reduced to the more respectable "P. Kitty"
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Yay! Kitties! 20 years is impressive! My old girl is 18.
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