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November 2001
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The Cat
Saw It
by Barbara S.
In the late 1970s, I bought an old, attached house in the New York City borough of Queens. When I first walked into the house, I immediately knew that I would never experience happiness in it, but also that nothing terrible would happen to me while I lived there. I liked the house's stairway with pretty, white-painted banisters leading up to the second floor, and decided to buy it. For several years, nothing unusual happened, with the exception maybe that no plants would thrive in the house. Even though there were large triple windows in the living and dining room, as well as the upstairs bedrooms, the rooms were dark even on sunny days.
In the fall of 1989, a psychic came to my office and told me that just before the end of the year a young female would come to live with me and stay for quite a while. I thought that highly unlikely, since I wasn't expecting anyone to come and visit. However, the day before New Year's Eve 1989, my older son found late at night an abandoned black-and-white female kitten, with big green eyes, hiding under his car in the supermarket parking lot. He brought her home to live with us. Since our resident male cat, being used to my undivided attention up to that day, was very unhappy and refused to accept the new member of our household, I told my son to get rid of the kitten - which he didn't do as he wasn't sure where to take her.
In time, I came to love the little, high-strung cat and often felt guilty for initially rejecting her. I also became convinced that she was able to see things that I couldn't see. Sometimes, she would look at the stairs, her gaze slowly moving from the bottom to the top, as if she was observing someone walking up the steps. At other times, while I was sitting in my recliner, reading or watching TV, her green eyes would be transfixed upon a certain spot on the ceiling above me. While l couldn't see anything, the cat was definitely watching something.
In the late '90s, after my younger son went away to college, I decided to put the house up for sale. One evening, shortly after the real estate agent that I contacted had looked at the house, I sat in my favorite chair again, with my little cat nearby excitedly looking at the ceiling above me. I heard people run down the stairs in the house next door. Maybe the noise from next door triggered what happened next, which was truly horrible. What I heard sounded like the heavy, thumping steps of a big man with real heavy boots walking on my living room ceiling upside down. The cat was absolutely frantic. She looked at the ceiling, hissing and spitting. After about ten seconds of deafening noise, there was silence. The cat stopped looking at the ceiling. I checked the upstairs rooms but, of course, there was no one in the house besides the two cats and myself. I sprinkled Holy Water all around the house and slept with the lights on for several nights thereafter. Nothing unusual happened from then on, and the cat displayed no particular interest in the stairs or ceiling anymore. I sold the house several months later and moved out.
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