I was reading this magazine. And it was talking about how people around 60 don't know what to do with their lives after they retire. So I sat down and I thought long and hard about how I'd have everything planned out. But it was short-lived because I decided there was a much more efficient way of determining how I would spend my old years. The Sims. So I decided to make my self a Senior Sim Me. And I gave myself eight cats. Because when I grow old- I want to be the 'cat lady' every child in the neighborhood fears. And when their ball falls on my lawn they'll pull straws to come get their ball- because they'd fear my throwing a cat at them. So I made my sim a house, and she settled down- After a while I got hungry and I got up to get me an ice-cream. Well- I came back to find my sim burning.

And I felt slightly pathetic. So there was my sim-me. Burning. along with Cinnamon and Whiskers.

I moved another family in. And now my ghost haunts them.

Apparently. This is how my old days as a senior will be played out. I'll haunt people when they're in their bathrooms.