Whenever I see a cat sleeping, it makes me feel at peace. I experience a happiness and a feeling that all is well at that particular moment. So, I thought it would be nice to share some of these moments with all of you. I hope you enjoy.
Let sleeping cats lie…
Feel free to share any pictures you may have of your sleeping beauties. I would love to see them.
I’ve always pondered the possibility that cats have spirits. In some beliefs it’s unheard of and in others it is taken as an absolute.
At times, in the past, I would think I was seeing a cat out of the corner of my eye, and look to see that one was not there. We have cats, so sometimes I would think it was one of them walking by quickly, only to look around and see them in another room sleeping or something. I always assumed it was my imagination.
Recently there has been a strange occurrence that makes me rethink this. Actually, there has been a few occurrences.
One night while laying in bed, I felt what I thought was my cat laying against the back of my legs. When I reached back to pet him and said something to him, I realized he wasn’t there! He wasn’t anywhere near me. So I paused, and thought it was a bit strange, and then went to sleep. A couple nights later, I felt what I thought was him again walking down my right side to the bottom of the bed, and up my left side about to the level of my hips. I then felt the bed move like he had stepped onto the chair next to the bed, then heard the chair with it’s familiar creak that sounds when he jumps off it up to a box by the window. I then opened my eyes and said something to him while looking towards the window where I thought he was. He wasn’t there! I turned over to see where he was, and he was sleeping in the chair on the other side of the bed.
That’s when I thought it might be a ghost cat. I feel a little silly saying that actually, but I believe a great many things are possible, and this might be one of them.
A couple days later, my husband said to me, “I think your ghost cat visited me.” He proceeded to tell me he felt the bed covers pull a little tightly around one of his legs, as if a cat was standing over him with it’s feet on each side of his leg. We’ve had cats for many, many years, so we know what that sort of thing feels like.
Then, a couple days ago, he saw a cat walk past him and, wanting to pay it some attention, went towards where it walked to pick it up or pet it. I was in the room with him, but not facing where he was. He was so confused, he asked me where the cat went. I didn’t know what he was talking about. There weren’t even any cats near where we were. My husband is not the type of person who is given to flights of fancy or automatically jumping to a paranormal conclusion, so that makes this more significant to me.
I decided to look up ghost cats on the internet, just to see if anyone had any information or personal stories on the topic. I learned that a LOT of people seem to have these experiences. Some had cats who had passed on and they thought that’s what it was. Others, didn’t have any animals, so they thought maybe a cat passed in the house they lived in at some time in the past.
I’m not sure if it is just the mind, an energy the cat left behind, or an actual interactive cat spirit. It may be possible that if a cat really enjoyed their life, that they may stay on there after their death. Maybe, they would want to be with someone who really cared for them, when no one else did. We have fed and sheltered many strays and feral cats for many years. We’ve buried so many on our property, because we believe they deserve that respect. We’ve had more than a few come here to die, as if they knew we loved them and wanted to care for them properly, even after death.
We had one recently. We called him Yoda. We actually had to have him put to sleep. He was too far gone for us to be able to help him. These latest occurrences didn’t happen until about a week or so after he died.
It could be him, or any of the others (Thomas, Chuckie, PseudoChuckie, Brownie, Static, or any of the countless nameless ones) who have passed on our property. It could be Smudge, who passed a few years ago, (her story is here: Princess Smudge). I don’t know, but I find it interesting that so many others have similar experiences.
I dream of a lot of things, but there is one thing I dream of often. Can you guess? Cats, of course!
I had another one last night. This time it was about two of my cats getting outside. They are strictly indoor cats, so the thought of them getting outside is not a comfortable one, to say the least. This dream theme presents itself often, but in many different scenarios.
This time it was a man who stole my cat, Sparks. I saw him at a gas station across the street from my house (the house in my dream was nothing like my real house), holding the cat with one arm and holding a rifle with the other one. Feel free to psychoanalyze… 😀
Even though Sparks looked like he couldn’t care less about his situation, I was horrified! I started to yell at the guy to bring him back, and in true dream form, the guy was seemingly teleported to my yard dropping the cat off and walking away. Great, right? Well yeah, until I saw that my other cat, Jeff, got outside in the meantime.
So, I tried to grab them both at the same time to put them in the house. Jeff wriggled out of my grasp and ran under the porch. I got Sparks in the house, and then I woke up feeling freaked out that I lost Jeff!
The other type of cat dreams I have pretty frequently involve outside cats. I feed the street cats, so I see a lot of them every day. Some I see less frequently, but they make their rounds enough that I know who they are. We even name them.
One of the first times I remember dreaming of a street cat was when I dreamed of a feral cat named Chucky. He was so cute (aren’t they all though?), with his big head and chunky cheeks. I was so worried about him all the time, it’s no wonder he made his way into my head. In my dream he tried to get in the house and I told him he couldn’t come in because he had bugs on him, and I couldn’t let my indoor cats be exposed to them. He looked so sad, and I felt so bad that I couldn’t help him more. Incidentally, we tried to bring Chucky into our home, but it didn’t work out. I’ll share that story in another post at some point.
My dreams of cats have evolved. I now dream of random street cats being all wounded and needing medical care. Sometimes they are so bad looking, I’m amazed they are alive. Sometimes they try to get in the house and I have to shoo them out. Again, feel free to psychoanalyze…
The reason I’m sharing this is because, as many of you may know, cats have a way of really affecting us humans. I care deeply about all animals, but I guess I became a cat person as a child, since as far back as I can remember, cats have been in our homes.
I’m interested in finding out if I’m not alone in my dream life experiences with cats. If you’d like to, please share in the comments.