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Invasion

 I usually lock the door to my room. When I'm sitting at my desk, my back is to the door. I often wear a headset because I listen to music, a podcast, a soccer game, etc., while I'm sketching or painting.

So it wasn't surprising she slipped in, but how did she get through the locked door? If the truth is told, Forsynthia got into my digs before I closed and locked the door. 

In my mind, she bound up on the bed and looked over my shoulder like a teacher assessing a student's work.

Before you think I've lost my mind, I must tell you Forsynthia is a ghost. She lives in the nether waiting for mother nature to send her back in another form. For her sake, I hope it's a woman who keeps much of the knowledge she acquired as a cat.

Forsynthia is the former Crown Princess of the House of Holthaus - Jordan in the Kingdom of Sammamish, WA.

What is strange is I didn't have a close relationship with her. First, I didn't visit the family that many times. And second, Forsynthia wasn't a crawl-up on my lap kind of cat. Because I like cats. So my relationship with any cat is based on them liking me. And for some unknown reason, most of them do. Cat owners often tell me, as the cat sits on my lap, that their cat doesn't like people until prolonged exposure to them.

So Forsynthia has passed away. So why is she pestering me?

Many of my friends have commented that I should get a cat. The reason I don't is I don't have enough room for the sandbox, much less a cat. The straightforward answer is that I'd love the companionship, but I'm stymied by living circumstances. So, I'm compensating by allowing this ghost to fill in the need. But why is it Forsynthia?

Mother Nature trying to tell me something.



Forsynthia

Crown Princess of the House of Holthaus - Jordan

RIP

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