The Weight Watchers' Site. Mr. Evans' Ghost. The cat gave the first clue about the ghost. Where ever he sat waiting, at front or back, if the door was unlocked, it creaked open just a little, and the cat pawed his way out.
Somebody close it.
None of us imagined that a ghost helped the cat. We were renting number three Vine when number ten came up for sale. It's easy for me to remember the numbers, every time we pass through the war time housing with Mum in the car, she runs through the list. Where we stayed on the top floor when we came to Canada. Not a stick of furniture, just the trunks.