pet.cemetery.

Remember the Stephen King movie (or book) Pet Cemetery? The one where there was an old burial ground and if you buried someone or something there, it would come back to life, only it would be different?? First the cat died and they buried it, and when it came back it was nasty and mean. Then the little boy died and in desperation, the father buried him, only when he came back he was like a little Chucky running around with his dad’s surgical knife. Remember??

We just picked up my car from the shop, and I’m fairly certain this is a similar situation. She’s alive, but she ain’t the same. Something feels wrong…maybe like the cat in Pet Cemetery, but not as bad as the little boy.

She’s hissing at me, but at least she’s not trying to slice open my Achilles tendon with a surgical knife.

We’ll see if old Jud is right…maybe dead is better.