So, as reported, The Butcher is back in town to move his family to Phoenix.
I don’t know if that’s necessary backstory or not.
Last night I let the dog out. As he was coming in, the cat went out. For the night, because I was going to bed.
In the middle of the night, I woke up because the dog was being restless and making weird noises. I listened for a minute to see if it seemed like he needed something, but no, he was just pacing around the house.
I then felt something jump up on the bed and walk around. I could feel the bed depressing. The cat, I thought. And then I was wide awake because I knew the cat was outside. I was like, did I leave the front door open? Is a window open? How is the cat back in the house? And I’m staring into the darkness, trying to get a look at the cat at my feet, but it’s dark and I don’t have my glasses on and I’m using this eye gel at night that makes everything even blurrier.
Basically, I see nothing.
But the house is quiet. It doesn’t sound like a door or window are open. Outside sounds are not louder than they should be.
So, I shut my eyes and try to convince myself that I’m having some kind of weird experience analogous to old hag–where even though I think I’m awake, I’m actually still dreaming–but where instead of sensing another person in the room with me, crawling on top of me, I sense a cat?
Like, even as I type this, I think that seems like the most plausible explanation. It’s some kind of mild form of old hag.
But I’m laying there in the dark and I feel the cat walking up the bed, right at my side, like a cat would do if its about to curl in the warm space of your curved back. And I figure it has to be the cat, got back in the house some way that I will just deal with in the morning.
So, there she is, heavy against the small of my back, and I reach down to pet her, just to let her know I know she’s there and… and this is the really weird part, which I still can’t decide means it was a kind of old hag experience or if it really was a ghost… there’s nothing there. My hand does not find a cat where my hand should find a cat.
But I could still feel the warmth on my back. I could still feel the bed sagging down in that one spot.
Anyway, the Butcher’s back and I suspect the orange cat is, too. At least for a night.
I had a ghost cat in my guest room at my last house. My brother stayed over one night and complained the next morning about the cat waking him up and walking on him, and i did not have a cat at that time. Over the five years i lived there, several people (including me) experienced the ghost cat – always at night and always in the guest room.
I too have had the phantom cat in the night. I sometimes think they appear just to make sure that we are perpetually uncertain of our cats’ true intentions .