So there's a new cat baby at my parents' house
Backstory: Last March, we lost our beloved cat of almost 15 years (FatCat). My brother has sometimes tried to convince me that she's *still around*, but I try not to think of that because it just creeps me out. I will admit to one Friday morning I was laying on the couch and felt something grab at my feet, but I chalked it up to that bastard of a ghost that normally lives in the basement (that I had been blissfully unaware of for several years until my brother moved his bedroom down there and started complaining of something rude and restless down there) but ever since I've become aware of it, has occasionally come upstairs to whisper my name or laugh at me. Of course, this stays between my brother and I because our parents think we are full of shit, although they don't deny that there is at least one ghost in that house.
Ok, that was too much backstory. The cat, on to the cat.
So new kitten and I were making friends and taking a nap on the couch. My brother's girlfriend (his original owner) had warned me that he can act like a tweeker and start freaking out over nothing, getting over excited like kittens do.
He all of a sudden started the tweeker routine and was looking all around the room and meewww meewwwwing. At first I told him to settle down and petted him, then all of a sudden I got this......chilling feeling. I heard my brother's voice in my head say "She's still around".
So, out loud, I said "FatCat, is that you? Are you here? Are you still around?" and paused for a moment, and said "If that's you, my kitty, no, you are NOT being replaced. This this Tiger. We are taking him in because his owner can't care for him anymore. He will not replace you. We love you and miss you very much, and we're always thinking about you. I have to go soon. Please watch over Tiger after I leave."
And after I said that......as weird and convenient as it sounds....the kitten started purring and fell asleep until my alarm went off a short while later.
I swear, that cat came back. My brother is right. She's still there.
When I went to say goodbye to Baby (who was in a rage secluded in the basement so she wouldn't try anything with the kitten) I said "FatCat, please tell Baby that everything will be ok, and she is still our Baby."
Backstory: Last March, we lost our beloved cat of almost 15 years (FatCat). My brother has sometimes tried to convince me that she's *still around*, but I try not to think of that because it just creeps me out. I will admit to one Friday morning I was laying on the couch and felt something grab at my feet, but I chalked it up to that bastard of a ghost that normally lives in the basement (that I had been blissfully unaware of for several years until my brother moved his bedroom down there and started complaining of something rude and restless down there) but ever since I've become aware of it, has occasionally come upstairs to whisper my name or laugh at me. Of course, this stays between my brother and I because our parents think we are full of shit, although they don't deny that there is at least one ghost in that house.
Ok, that was too much backstory. The cat, on to the cat.
So new kitten and I were making friends and taking a nap on the couch. My brother's girlfriend (his original owner) had warned me that he can act like a tweeker and start freaking out over nothing, getting over excited like kittens do.
He all of a sudden started the tweeker routine and was looking all around the room and meewww meewwwwing. At first I told him to settle down and petted him, then all of a sudden I got this......chilling feeling. I heard my brother's voice in my head say "She's still around".
So, out loud, I said "FatCat, is that you? Are you here? Are you still around?" and paused for a moment, and said "If that's you, my kitty, no, you are NOT being replaced. This this Tiger. We are taking him in because his owner can't care for him anymore. He will not replace you. We love you and miss you very much, and we're always thinking about you. I have to go soon. Please watch over Tiger after I leave."
And after I said that......as weird and convenient as it sounds....the kitten started purring and fell asleep until my alarm went off a short while later.
I swear, that cat came back. My brother is right. She's still there.
When I went to say goodbye to Baby (who was in a rage secluded in the basement so she wouldn't try anything with the kitten) I said "FatCat, please tell Baby that everything will be ok, and she is still our Baby."
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