I don't want this to turn into a religious rampage or anything, I respect other peoples beliefs but i am not religious.
my childhood friend and I were talking about this today when she came to look at the house now that it's finally fixed up, and she's been out of state.
somehow or another, we got to talking about ghosts, because supposedly my great,great grandmother haunts mine, that I just found out from my uncle, scarey eh?
anyway I remembered a cat she had years back when we were like 8, a ginger and white siamese mix male kitty named Giffy, and about how what a nice cat he was, then Amber (my friend) mentioned something I had darn near forgotten.
you see, Giffy was old, an old half-blind, but still sweet and chatty gent. of a cat. because if anyone knows anything about siamese cats, even mixes, they don't "talk" they "YELL" when they want attention, Giffy was a funny cat, if he was alone he would meow and meow until he found her, but he always trilled with an ow at the end, like 'mrrrrrr-ow" over and over, and Amber or her mom would always shout "GIFFY!, in here dummie!" at which Giffy would run in and act like he hadn't see anyone in decades.
Anyway, Giffy had to be put to sleep a couple days after Amber's 8th brithday, he was 16 years old.
now on to the story!, it had been 2 years to the day that Giffy was PTS, I mean EXACTLY two years, I was staying at Ambers house because my mom was out of town, Amber was feeling upset, so that night, just as she had the year before on the day Giffy was PTS, she set out one of his favorite toys, remote control sized decorative pillow that looked like a bass (the fish), with Giffy's name sewn into it, she set the toy and a couple treats where Giffy used to spend most of his time (in the window in their living room)
and we went to play, it was probably a couple hours later when i heard(we both heard it, actually) "mrrrr-ow mrrrr-ow mrrrrrr-ow! MRRRRRRR-OWWWW", it sounded like a cat was outside (at this time, they had only one cat, Rufus, who was a stray they fed) we checked and there was no cat, later we heard it again, and Amber said real quiet "Giffy, in here dummie" and the noise stopped, Amber claims at that moment she felt a warm whisp, like cats fur on her leg, but I felt nothing, in the living room the fish pillow and the couple treats were knocked from the window, Amber then mentioned to me that the same thing happened the previous year, and that she had seen an orange and white siamese looking cat on their porch, Giffy was never an outdoor cat, when she went to go see the cat it would stand up, and walk away toward the back of the house and dissapeared
every once in a while after that, I'd hear what sounded like a cat running back and forth playing while at Ambers house, again for a long while they had no indoor cats, just Rufus and later on another outdoor cat named Shadey.
another of my wierd encounters happened when I was 12, i won't go into great detail but I will say that I ended up chasing one of our dogs that had gone missing across 10 acres of field...it wasn't until two days later I found out that the dog had been hit and killed nearly a week before, my mom didn't want to tell me.
my childhood friend and I were talking about this today when she came to look at the house now that it's finally fixed up, and she's been out of state.
somehow or another, we got to talking about ghosts, because supposedly my great,great grandmother haunts mine, that I just found out from my uncle, scarey eh?
anyway I remembered a cat she had years back when we were like 8, a ginger and white siamese mix male kitty named Giffy, and about how what a nice cat he was, then Amber (my friend) mentioned something I had darn near forgotten.
you see, Giffy was old, an old half-blind, but still sweet and chatty gent. of a cat. because if anyone knows anything about siamese cats, even mixes, they don't "talk" they "YELL" when they want attention, Giffy was a funny cat, if he was alone he would meow and meow until he found her, but he always trilled with an ow at the end, like 'mrrrrrr-ow" over and over, and Amber or her mom would always shout "GIFFY!, in here dummie!" at which Giffy would run in and act like he hadn't see anyone in decades.
Anyway, Giffy had to be put to sleep a couple days after Amber's 8th brithday, he was 16 years old.
now on to the story!, it had been 2 years to the day that Giffy was PTS, I mean EXACTLY two years, I was staying at Ambers house because my mom was out of town, Amber was feeling upset, so that night, just as she had the year before on the day Giffy was PTS, she set out one of his favorite toys, remote control sized decorative pillow that looked like a bass (the fish), with Giffy's name sewn into it, she set the toy and a couple treats where Giffy used to spend most of his time (in the window in their living room)
and we went to play, it was probably a couple hours later when i heard(we both heard it, actually) "mrrrr-ow mrrrr-ow mrrrrrr-ow! MRRRRRRR-OWWWW", it sounded like a cat was outside (at this time, they had only one cat, Rufus, who was a stray they fed) we checked and there was no cat, later we heard it again, and Amber said real quiet "Giffy, in here dummie" and the noise stopped, Amber claims at that moment she felt a warm whisp, like cats fur on her leg, but I felt nothing, in the living room the fish pillow and the couple treats were knocked from the window, Amber then mentioned to me that the same thing happened the previous year, and that she had seen an orange and white siamese looking cat on their porch, Giffy was never an outdoor cat, when she went to go see the cat it would stand up, and walk away toward the back of the house and dissapeared
every once in a while after that, I'd hear what sounded like a cat running back and forth playing while at Ambers house, again for a long while they had no indoor cats, just Rufus and later on another outdoor cat named Shadey.
another of my wierd encounters happened when I was 12, i won't go into great detail but I will say that I ended up chasing one of our dogs that had gone missing across 10 acres of field...it wasn't until two days later I found out that the dog had been hit and killed nearly a week before, my mom didn't want to tell me.
