Day 40: The ghost of cats past
Name: He didn't leave a name, but I'm going to refer to him as Casper
Gender: Male (although there weren't any parts to check)
Height: 20 inches (a really long/tall motherf**ker)
Nickname(s): I tried to call him 'Skippy' but he wasn't keen on that nickname.
So last night I was working late alone at the agency (it's Catniss here by the way), when all of a sudden I heard this gawd awful racket outside. On opening the door, I felt a rush of cold air and heard a voice "I am the ghost of cats past". And that was my introduction to 'Casper' (as I've dubbed him).
Catniss: "Whaddya want, I'm trying to finish up here so I can go home."
Catniss: "Yup, don't speak poltergeist - what do you want?"
Casper: "I have come to suck your blood."
Catniss: "I think you're dressed in the wrong outfit for that gig, so seriously, tell me what you want, or I'm just going to lock up and leave you inside for the night. And also, what happened to your limbs, you look kind of like a slug."
Casper: "The truth is, I'm lonely. Can you find me somebody to love?"
So without further ado, here's what Casper's looking for in a lover:
Able to walk through walls
Enjoys reading historical romance novels aloud
If you fit the bill, well, you know what to do...