We returned from Houston to snow.
Our garden was covered in snow.
Except one patch.
That's E.D.'s grave.
AND, before there were all those kid footprints in the snow, there was a trail of cat footprints that surrounded the house.
Just one trail of cat footprints.
Starting right around E.D.'s grave and going completely around the house. As though she was looking for a way in.
So, um, how do zombies get in your house? Are they like vampires? Do you have to invite them in?
'Cause I'm just gonna go bolt all the doors now, and we're going to stay inside for the next few months.
At least until the snow melts and there's no more proof that a zombie cat is trying to get in.
'Cause that's kind of spooky, scary. And not in a good way, like a werewolf Bar Mitzvah.