I have a ghost story of my own. At least, I have a ghost-cat story.
My final year as an undergraduate was spent in relative splendor. My friends and I lucked into tenancy in the house of a professor on sabbatical. Twelve foot ceilings! Built in bookshelves! Three cats! Real, grown-up furniture! Wait… let’s get back to the cats. The professorial family had three cats and a dog, though the dog was sent to a friend with a farm (later, they told us later that we clinched the lease when they told us that cat care was part of the deal and our response was, “Aw, we don’t get the dog?”).
So. Three housemates, three cats. One morning around the (solid oak!) table, we were chatting about the cats’ sleeping habits. Two of the cats routinely slept in my room, the third with one of the others. Feeling a little left out, the third roommate said, “That’s okay, because Ghost Cat slept on my bed last night.” Continue reading…
July 2nd, 2010 @ 3:35 am
Hello. I just wanted to thank you for the mentions of TooBusyThinkingAboutMyComics on your blog, including the kind posting of links to the Secret Six and The Authority pieces there. It was a generous thing to do, and has been very much appreciated over here in the wild east of England.
Colin Smith
July 2nd, 2010 @ 2:13 pm
Aw, thank you from the Canadian sorta South and the mild Midwest of America. Your blog really is excellent and I’m happy to tell everyone about it. I’ll definitely be reading more. Carol.