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."