OH YES I have most definite

I don't know if your remember what I posted when Casey died

Here is the link
http://groups.google.com/group/rec.pets.cats.anecdotes/msg/d2f1c2f3a407d575

Always remember We will be there even if you can't see us.
We are always Watching and Waiting. That cool puff of air you
feel across your cheek, that fleeting touch, the feeling you have
that I was walking across your bed, that moment you swear you can
hear us, that flicker of movement out of the corner of your eye.
Is just our way of saying I love you and I am with you always even
in the darkest time We Will Always Be There. Till our paws touch again
always know we love you and cherished our special time together

I wrote this to go with the Rainbow bridge poem   I am a firm believer in it

I like to believe it....have had dreams where they are with me again,
some of them decades apart in RL. what sweet dreams.

It is funny, but the veil that separates us from them must be getting
thin.... Last week, I got ready for bed, flipping the blankets down
and then shutting off the lights. There wasn't a cat on the bed, but
when I went to pull the blankets up, they were heavy. So, I reached
down to see who had climbed up - there was no one "physically" there.
Whoever it was left, and I was able to pull the blankets up.  A couple
days later I was sitting on the edge of the bed getting dressed, and I
felt someone walk across the bed. They came up beside me, I looked
down - again, no one "phyically" there, but I saw paw dents in the
blanket beside me. I wonder who it is - I would love to see them
again!

This has happened before, right after my Nyota died. I was sitting on
the bed, and felt someone jump up on the bed. I turned to see, and saw
paw dents appear on the blanket. I think it was my Ny, checking to see
that I was ok, and letting me know she was still around.

I miss my babies.
Mishi

you are not crazy, to this day I can sometimes feel violette brush my legs,
usually when DH has locked the cats in the bedroom and there is no other cat
around... and I hear from time to time the jingle of my Guide dogs tags,
both of them, they gingled them differently... feel blessed, Lee

I have seen a certain black cat out of the corner of my eye upon occasion.
I've also felt Penelope snuggle up to me the way she used to when she was
alive.  Berfert a black and white boy, has been known to show up at the
strangest times.  Sometimes, I dream that he's yowling at me.  None of our
cats sound anything like Berfert did.  Strange.

Pam S.

Ocasionally I still get the sense Shmogg is around, just checking up on me
and making sure my current owners are being treated well. I am quite sure he
played a B*st*rd C*t trick on me - with Cary's help - from beyond the grave,
so yes, I think I have experienced a dead cat's spirit, and was very touched
he had come back not only to say g'day but to give me a b*st*rd c*t trick.

The current owners are kooky in their own right (especially Pickle) but not
into b*st*rd c*t tricks - I don't think they are that smart. Smogg was an
evil genius, and would have taken over the world had it not been for those
darn meddling sunbeams :-)

Yowie

Sampson was a very small dog, not a cat, but yes, he was around.  His whole
life (a few months shy of 18 years) he'd sleep on the bed with me.  He was
small but he was completely protective of me.  I was utterly bereft after he
died.  I had no other pets (parakeets don't count in this tale!).  In one
notable instance, which must have been 6 months after he died, there was a
bad thunderstorm during the night.  I woke up to the crash of thunder and I
stretched my hand out and felt Sampson's fur under my outstretched hand.
Not being fully awake, I was just lazily running my fingers back and forth
over his fur... then I realized I couldn't be doing that!  I wasn't scared;
I felt surprise and then a sense of wonder.  The storm was subsiding, and I
felt him moving away from me down the bed.  I can't really describe the
sensation, sort of a "pulling" of the air around me.  And then he was gone.
I felt very peaceful.  I believe he was just checking to make sure I was
okay :)

Jill

These are really nice accounts of visits from our animal friends. I
have had experiences of feeling that extra weight on the bed, as
though a cat were sleeping there or feeling as though a cat was
walking on the bed. A couple days after my cat Bullet passed away I
thought I heard his bell jingling outside. After a beloved rabbit of
mine passed away the lights in the house acted strangely for about a
week (flickering or going off by themselves and then coming back on).
The electrician couldn't find anything wrong with them and I did
wonder if it was my bun messing with the lights telling me he was
still about. I had been so heart broken after he died. I've not had
any sightings though, but I think I would freak out if I did. I would
love to have more dreams about my pets who have passed away though,
but unfortunately it rarely happens.

I think you are really lucky to have these experiences. It must be
very comforting.

Dewi

In article
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Our RB kitties DO come back and visit.

My brother's deceased kitty Samantha has come back to visit many times.
He has felt her brush up against him, felt her on the bed with him, even
seen glimpses of her.

While Samantha was still alive Pat had an interesting situation. He
would get periodic visits from a spirit cat. She would hop onto the bed
at night, almost every night. He could feel her hop onto the bed, walk
up beside him and curl up to sleep. When guests would stay at Pat's
overnight the spirit cat would join them instead.

We finally figured out that the spirit cat was a friend of Samantha's.
When Sam left for the Bridge, spirit cat stopped visiting.

Dan

After Fugazi crossed the Bridge I would often be sitting in the
bedroom by the computer and I could hear a cat messing about under the
table the computer sits on and feel a cat brushing my leg at first I
thought it was Isis but when I went into the living room, she was
sound asleep on the chair. Dave also heard a cat in the bedroom when I
wasn't here and Isis was with him. We also sometimes heard a cat
running about in the hallway at night even through Isis was asleep
between us on the bed- we got used to it and always reckoned it was
Fugazi

A few years after Isis went, on the anniversary of that sad day I
dreamt she was on the bed with me and then she was playing with the
Fabulous Furballs and just as I was about to wake up, she headed off
for the kitchen. As I woke up, Sarsi was lying on top of me and Dunzi
was sitting by the side of the bed, both staring at the door intently
as if they had also seen something

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

My cat Feather (RB) would often visit me during the time between his
going to the Bridge and WooToo arriving to take care of  me. He would
bump my hand with his head when I was half-awake in the middle of the
night. When he was here, he did that in order to get skritches. After
he was gone, he did it to comfort me in my catless state. He would
also appear in my peripheral vision in an obscure corner of the room
on occasion. He has always been a quiet cat, so he didn't make much
noise on these visits. Since WooToo got here, Feather's visits have
been less frequent but he's still watching. And, of course, I often
visit HIM, in my dreams, where he lives with my RB d*gs BD and
Snowball and they all tend to  hang out a lot at my mom's, mooching
the plentiful goodies.

We just lost the gallant Winnie but I still see him at breakfast time
every day. He still stands there as I walk into the kitchen, his proud
little chest puffed out, demanding that I feed his people. He doesn't
join them for breakfast, as the food is much better where he is. If I
am lucky, he hooks my wrist with his nimble paw, for some pettin. He
has joined the clowder in my dreams.

Micki says that she often feels a cat on her bed but figures it is
Maggy May or Sunrise. Then she realizes that she can SEE both of them.
And she KNOWS it isn't Missy. So that's Winnie also.

--
Will in New Haven
"Never play cards with a man called Doc.
Never eat at a place called Mom's.
Never sleep with a woman whose troubles
are worse than your own." Nelson Algren

I don't think you're imagining it - I've heard too many people tell similar
stories.  I think his spirit came back to let you know that he was doing
fine, young and healthy again, and waiting patiently for you at the Rainbow
Bridge.

Hugs,

CatNipped

yepp <yepphers@gmail.com> wrote in message:
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OH MY GOD!

Get.....over.....it.