Cat Bugs

This house has ghost cats. Visitors twitch as invisible whiskers brush their cheeks. I talk faster; try to distract them, or look out the window as if seeing something really interesting. Guests don't come around much anymore. Maybe they think I have cat-bugs? At night I imagine letting the cats out, sense disdainfully stiff tails tickling bare ankles in house slippers. All the dead cats are allergic to me, but they favor this house, it reminds them of the old cat-lady who used to live here, she was well known to be allergic to pretty much everyone also.