thejuanupsman

I don't believe in ghosts but, sometimes, when my sleep is troubled, it feels like my childhood cat, Boots, a gigantic battle scarred Orange Tabby who hated everyone but me (and later my then infant daughter) is standing guard at my pillow. Half growling and half purring as he often seemed to do. Ready to chase my nightmares away. Or reach out a huge but gentle and comforting paw. I miss you Boots. You were the truest friend I ever had.