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April 2001
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The Day
the Cats Disappeared
by Carol
J.
Two years ago, or thereabout, most of the cats in the tiny town where I reside disappeared. I had two, a male and a female. The male didn't come home one night. He didn't come home the next day either. Being neutered, he never strayed far from the house. I began to worry about him. After a week had passed, I gave up hope that he would ever return. I liked the little guy. He wasn't just a cat, he was a personality. Every night in bed I would think about him and feel sad that he was gone.
One night, I dreamed that he came to me. He wanted me to follow him. I did so, as far as the living room, but he went through the wall, and I didn't think I could do that, so went back to bed in this very vivid dream. The next night he came again. This time he just jumped on the bed, and then we were in this not-too-clean place, and there hanging upside down, his mouth taped shut, but it could be seen that all of his teeth had been pulled, was Ganesh, my cat. It was obvious that he was too far gone to be rescued. I looked at his tortured little body hanging there, trickles of blood falling from his taped up, toothless mouth into a dirty metal sink. I felt an anger at the perpetrator(s) so great, that my palms were sweating, even in this very realistic dream.
About 10 days later, I had occasion to go into the town's one and only restaurant. I had never been there before because the appearance of the place had always turned me off. This night, however, something urged me to try it out. So I went in, and the first thing that caught my attention, as I scrutinized the place, was this dirty old metal sink. It was the same sink that I stood in front of watching my cat's blood drip slowly into it. There was no doubt about it: the whole area behind the counter was the same as in my dream. I now know it was not a dream, but an astral visit to the place where Ganesh had been taken, and all the others that had disappeared during that period of time.
The restaurant doesn't belong to the same people now. They moved away shortly after the cats disappeared. Ganesh? He still hangs around, driving his sister crazy. Her eyes fix on him and follows him everywhere. I know it's him because he had a very unique voice when he was determined to get someone's attention. It started low, continued up the scale, and kind of warbled in a demanding way when he got as high as he could reach. He still makes himself known in that way at times Though the sounds are heard less and less as time passes. Still, every once in a while I will feel him jump on my bed and settle down to spend the night with me. I think he's waiting for his sister. She's going on 14, the average lifespan of a cat, or so I'm told.
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