Apparently, I'm far cooler than I know.

I was delivered a warning last night: I'm to stop psychically invading someone's home as a spirit cat.

If psychic powers were anything like housekeeping? I couldn't even change a light bulb. I swear to G-d, I'm a psychic doorknob. A stone. I've had no less than three people tell me I live with a ghost: I've never seen her. Yet somehow, I've managed to stuff my psyche into a cat and send it halfway across the country to a place I don't even know to spy on someone I've never met.

Good heavens. I mean, don't you at least need a license for that?