Uploaded March 2026 | Updated September 2026, 1 hour ago
Laura Pearlman (Host), Matt Dovey (Back cover art), Dave Robison (Audio production)
Author : Jennifer Lee Rossman Narrator : Diane Severson Host : Laura Pearlman Audio Producer : Dave Robison
This story originally appeared in From a Cat’s View: An Anthology of Stories Told by Cats
The Cemetery Cat by Jennifer Lee Rossman
Night crept into the cemetery earlier than in the rest of town, and dawn came later than usual.
Perhaps the mountains to either side snatched up the sun in late afternoon and held it ransom until long after breakfast. Or maybe Nature, lover of all things atmospheric, decided a glorified skeleton farm was too unsettling a place on which to bestow so many hours of daylight. Gothic iron fences and chipped granite angels looked best in twilight, after all, especially when the fog blew in from the river to wind around the gravestones like tulle.
Whatever the reason, geology or spookiness, cemetery nights were longer, and people avoided cemeteries at night. As if ghosts and ghoulies only worked the late shift, and the daylight would protect them from invisible echoes of the past and the dark things that hovered at the corners of their eyes.
Nonsense. It was the same superstitious thinking that made otherwise rational people toss spilt salt over their shoulder and say their prayers at night. But if they believed the nonsense protected them—and kept them from admitting they were nothing but helpless specks of carbon and water floating in an infinite void of evil that wanted to steal their souls and wear their faces like Halloween masks—so what? If a little nonsense keeps society from falling apart, more power to them.
But cats know better.
Visit us at: escapeartists.net/catscast Released under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives International 4.0 license.
Laura Pearlman (Host), Matt Dovey (Back cover art), Dave Robison (Audio production)
Author : Jennifer Lee Rossman Narrator : Diane Severson Host : Laura Pearlman Audio Producer : Dave Robison
This story originally appeared in From a Cat’s View: An Anthology of Stories Told by Cats
The Cemetery Cat by Jennifer Lee Rossman
Night crept into the cemetery earlier than in the rest of town, and dawn came later than usual.
Perhaps the mountains to either side snatched up the sun in late afternoon and held it ransom until long after breakfast. Or maybe Nature, lover of all things atmospheric, decided a glorified skeleton farm was too unsettling a place on which to bestow so many hours of daylight. Gothic iron fences and chipped granite angels looked best in twilight, after all, especially when the fog blew in from the river to wind around the gravestones like tulle.
Whatever the reason, geology or spookiness, cemetery nights were longer, and people avoided cemeteries at night. As if ghosts and ghoulies only worked the late shift, and the daylight would protect them from invisible echoes of the past and the dark things that hovered at the corners of their eyes.
Nonsense. It was the same superstitious thinking that made otherwise rational people toss spilt salt over their shoulder and say their prayers at night. But if they believed the nonsense protected them—and kept them from admitting they were nothing but helpless specks of carbon and water floating in an infinite void of evil that wanted to steal their souls and wear their faces like Halloween masks—so what? If a little nonsense keeps society from falling apart, more power to them.
But cats know better.
Visit us at: escapeartists.net/catscast Released under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives International 4.0 license.
