You’re feeling silly, but someone said that cats can see ghosts.   So you go to the door with a saucer of milk, and just then the ghost wakes up   from a deep sleep and bleeds a little into the sink.   Or not the sink, but a bed, or rather a head now held up by a bed. Or whatever. It doesn’t matter.   Choosing your words carefully makes no difference to a cat or a ghost.   Look at your backyard. Does the grass care what the frost heave thinks? Contour is all,   even when hidden. The loose overburden covering a buried cavity   is delicately balanced. When runoff- storage ponds seep into the folds   of the brain, the additional weight can trigger a collapse   called a sinkhole, where ghosts bleed into the cracks. Cats can see it.