YOPJ - Haunted Houses, Restless Children

"Everywhere I look there are memories." Winter Sunshine said, sadly. "Like over there, where [Songbird] and [Junior] used to often fight."

"But just remember, we have happy memories here, too." I implored, gesturing with my hands, as though I could magically conjure those images. My paws are always swiping the air when I talk, unless I'm on the go, spilling something.

"Would it cost more to move or renovate?" She asked, betraying her idea.

"Way more to move" I chirped, happy to provide the point. "A few grand and this place would be reborn!"

"It is a really nice house, and it could still be nice for us, especially with a fresh look." She offered helpfully. I smiled.

I think of Bible stories where towns became wilderness preserves just to cleanse the stench of the memorialized crimes. I do wonder sometimes if we wouldn't just be happier and safer on new pastures, where old parasites won't know to look.