Your True Tales
July 2007 - Page 25
Amazing Cat Returns
by thewolfplush
This is a story about one amazing cat, who continues to be amazing even after he's passed on. Majicou was my best friend. He's been through thick and thin with me, and continues to. He died very suddenly, and I was heartbroken. I still remember him, and have a hard time eating and sleeping sometimes. Life hasn't been easy lately, but here are two of only some things he continues to do for our family after he's gone.
It was difficult to get another cat after he passed on. We harbored no delusions of this cat being the same, and purposefully chose one that didn't look like him. It wouldn't have been right to hold another cat up to him. He led us to the perfect little kitten. I almost didn't want her, but suddenly I felt as if Majicou "wanted" her to be with us. Still, I missed him terribly and almost didn't want to have anything to do with her. Then, out of nowhere, this little kitten I've never even seen before did something my cat always did: a little "kiss," first with her nose, then a lick. It's easy to chalk that up to coincidence, but what followed wasn't.
I was having an extremely difficult time with my job, questioning my career, where I should be, where I should go, when.... I came to the difficult conclusion to quit the job I was in. It was time to move on, but I still harbored some hesitation. I loved that job, for the most of it. It was difficult to let it go. As I lay down for a nap, I felt something I've always felt for seven years before he passed - Majicou, curled up beside me, nestled against my stomach. I opened my eyes to greet him and pet him, but saw nothing except an imprint of a round, furry body on the cushion next to me. It was peaceful, nothing like I've felt before. So I closed my eyes and finished going to sleep.
It was such a real and vivid experience that, upon waking, I expected him to be there. He wasn't, but a sense of rightness and peace was left; he gave me faith and confidence in the decision I was supposed to make. The thing is, Majicou was always doing that for me. He was always providing reassurance, comfort and confidence when things got tough.
As it stands now, everyone misses him - the dogs, the rats, the humans. He was an extremely gentle, playful creature who would rather stare at the rats and rub his cheek against their little paws through their cage instead of stalking and hunting them. He often cuddled with one of my dogs in the sun.
This family and household is not one of mourning, as some often become when a loved one, animal or human, has passed. We grieved - yes, all of us. But the house never got that dark, oppressive sense that comes with hopeless loss. The windows are open and we wake with the morning, as we have always done. It isn't unheard of to look toward the coffee table, the laundry room, or any other place he favored with the intent to talk to him or pet him, only to find we can't see him. His presence is that tangible and strong. The dogs look up and wag their tails at seemingly nothing, sometimes. The rats will rush to the front of their cage and sniff wildly as they used to with him, of course, we can't see anything.
I believe Majicou is a guardian of our family, and even as I type this, I can feel him curled up against my keyboard.
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