Norton in the ghost garden. A little something different this week, in memory of my parents' cat, who died a few months ago. He haunted my mom's garden even when he was still of this world. If you were out on a lovely night, enjoying the stars and the summer insect noises, and something small went stampeding past, rustling the undergrowth... It was Nortie. It was never quite clear if he'd been spooked by some spirit we couldn't see or understand, or if he was the one doing the spooking.
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Oh, how tender. Let's hear it for Nortie, delightful spook.
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