. K. Broster’s “Couching at the Door” was a wonderful character study of a selfish aesthetic poet who, after a sexual encounter of an unspecified occult nature, is haunted by an affectionate fur boa that pops up wherever he goes and wants to snuggle up to him at night like a cat.

I've read this one! I didn't remember the title, or that it was Broster's, so every time it has come up in recent conversation the reference meant nothing to me, but but the soft furry stalking thing is indelible. I would have read it decades ago in some anthology of ghost stories. Now I do want to read the rest of her weird fiction.