In the dim light, Homer realized it was a cat. I'd sure like a drink from that jug. Since he didn't see a bowl, Homer poured some of the corn liquor on the rug. The cat lapped it up. Homer wanted to know.
Haunts are female.
But it came closer to Homer, as if it wanted to be petted. The rain had stopped by this time, and the room was very quiet, but Homer couldn't fall asleep. He lay there thinking about cats and wondering why Pickey's was so different. Finally he got tired of thinking. Homer was just about dozing off when he was startled by a tapping from inside the closet.