Before I start let me just say a couple of details, that will become important to my experiences in a moment.
When I was two one of my uncles moved up north and unfortunately couldn't take his cat up with him; so my parents offered to take the cat off his hands. The newly named Whisky lived with us until he sadly had to be put down shortly before my eighteenth birhtday. As cliched (and corny) as it sounds he wasn't a pet to us, he was part of the family. A couple of years later we decided we missed having a cat around the house and so 'adopted' two from an RSPCA shelter.
Now it's hard to say exactly when my experiences first started but it's definately within the last two or three years.
It started with me seeing a small shadow or movement out of the corner of my eye. It was usually so quick that it was easy to dismiss as a trick of the light, or even just being too tired. But as time has gone on these shadows have taken on a definate cat shape, and have seemed more like a silhoutte. I've been convinced on a number of occasions that one of our cats have walked by my door and when I've gone to look seen nothing; usually they're not even in the house. There have been a couple of times when I've heard a cat bell ringing or the very clear sound of a cat jumping off a windowsill, and again, neither of our cats have been in the house.
However the best experience has to go to my mum. A couple of weeks ago she woke up in the middle of the night to a weight on her legs and the sound of loud purring. She realised that she'd left the bedroom door open and, deciding that whoever had come in was behaving themselves, went back to sleep. It was only in the morning that she realised that while she'd left the bedroom door open, the downstairs hall door was closed so no-one could get upstairs. Both of our cats were behind it waiting to be let in.
When I was two one of my uncles moved up north and unfortunately couldn't take his cat up with him; so my parents offered to take the cat off his hands. The newly named Whisky lived with us until he sadly had to be put down shortly before my eighteenth birhtday. As cliched (and corny) as it sounds he wasn't a pet to us, he was part of the family. A couple of years later we decided we missed having a cat around the house and so 'adopted' two from an RSPCA shelter.
Now it's hard to say exactly when my experiences first started but it's definately within the last two or three years.
It started with me seeing a small shadow or movement out of the corner of my eye. It was usually so quick that it was easy to dismiss as a trick of the light, or even just being too tired. But as time has gone on these shadows have taken on a definate cat shape, and have seemed more like a silhoutte. I've been convinced on a number of occasions that one of our cats have walked by my door and when I've gone to look seen nothing; usually they're not even in the house. There have been a couple of times when I've heard a cat bell ringing or the very clear sound of a cat jumping off a windowsill, and again, neither of our cats have been in the house.
However the best experience has to go to my mum. A couple of weeks ago she woke up in the middle of the night to a weight on her legs and the sound of loud purring. She realised that she'd left the bedroom door open and, deciding that whoever had come in was behaving themselves, went back to sleep. It was only in the morning that she realised that while she'd left the bedroom door open, the downstairs hall door was closed so no-one could get upstairs. Both of our cats were behind it waiting to be let in.
