Harley: My Deceased Visitor
Three nights ago as I lay in bed, finally so tired I can just fall asleep. There on my sheets and comforter I felt, the sensation of something pawing. Trying to get my attention so I turned on the. light, but there was nothing to be seen. The other two cats my parents and I have, were not on my room at this time. I shut the light off again and tried to sleep, when that happened once more. The only explanation is that it's our deceased cat Harley, who will visit us here in our house from time to time.
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