One from the neighborhood, and one from Beyond, perhaps. Yeah. That's THE Beyond to you.
Our neighborhood visitor is this gal:
I think cats choose their owners, and they seem to just keep choosing me and my mother. Mom ended up with the last stray...Guess it was my turn. She's ultra sweet, we've named her Bella for the time being. Adam doesn't seem too keen on letting me live out my dream of having an orange and white cat named Fluffer-Nutter. She's not much of a marshmallow personality anyway, so I suppose it's ok. I'll take her to the vet tomorrow, hopefully, to see how unhealthy she really is. Skin and bones and starving all the time. Worms, probably. Don't know if we'll keep her, and I'm going to keep checking around the neighborhood to make sure we don't start medicating and fixing a cat that isn't ours...
Anyway. I know you're thinking, "Yeah, yeah, so what. A cat. Great. What about the ghost?"
Next post. ;-)