Buddha Boy

We stood outside on the screened porch, watching a cat walk across the wooden privacy fence. The gray tabby stopped, then decided to lay down on a plank no more than two inches wide.

"That doesn't look comfortable." I said.

We watched the cat. The cat watched us.

Riley talked to it in a sweet high voice, "Hello Kitty, hello baby."

The cat didn't move.

"Maybe it's Crystal." said Seth.

"It can't be Crystal, because Crystal died." said Riley.

After a while Seth sighed, cocked his head to the right and said, "Maybe she just took another body."