was 15 when I got my first cat, Miranda. I told her she had
to live until I was 30 as I became very bonded to her. She moved
away from home with me, and endured all of my angst as a young
adult. When I was 30, she did pass away and I was devastated.
However, I had a series of dreams followed by a couple of visits.
first dream, I saw Miranda and she still looked very ill.
Her thought to me was, "Do you really want me like this?"
I had to agree with her. A few months later, a second dream
followed. I found her in my house. I was so excited I hugged
her and felt her warm fur against my face. Her thought to
me was, "You aren't supposed to see me." The third
dream was short; she was walking down my hallway. She was
beautiful and healthy - she was glowing. This time my impression
was that she had just come to visit.
A year or so later, a stray cat, Dexter, moved in. He was
a bit emotionally scarred from living on the streets. However,
one day he was sitting in the living room when he heard a
cat walking through the kitchen. Dexter froze. When my other
cat, Alex, walked in, Dexter just about fell over with relief.
A few weeks later, Dexter began watching the long hallway
to the right of us. His eyes followed something down the hallway,
although nothing was there. His eyes then followed something
from one side of the living room entrance to the other. Dexter
noticed my hand and reached out and patted it, then put his
feet underneath himself, as if to say, "OK, you're real."
He continued to watch the entrance warily.
later, I was in my bedroom reading with Dexter and Alex on
the bed in front of me. Dexter was washing himself when I
heard a cat walking down the hallway outside the bedroom.
I looked at both cats. Poor Dexter sat frozen, one leg in
the air, his ears pinned back and his eyes huge as he stared
at the bedroom door. I chuckled and petted him. "I think
Miranda just came to visit again," I said to him. I truly
believe my first cat never left me or that house.
Please respond to: John
Sept. 17, 2010