posted on Mar, 12 2008 @ 12:36 PM
My Spirit Cat
It started about two weeks ago, March, 2008. I was extremely tired and went to bed early one evening. Just before falling asleep I thought I felt
something move on my bed and seemed to feel a slight pressure of something stepping on my ankle. Attributing it to my imagination and exhaustion, I
rolled over and fell fast asleep.
The next day I had forgotten all about the incident. That night I went to bed at my usual time and just as I was getting comfortable the hair on the
back of my neck rose as I felt something jump onto the bed near my feet and could feel the footsteps as it walked alongside my calf and thigh.
Feeling the slight pressure of a foot being placed on my leg, what little composure I had remaining quickly dissolved and, shocked and surprised, I
kicked the covers off cursing at whatever it was. I jumped from bed and turned on the light! There was nothing there.
Now if you will, please permit me tell you about myself. I am a retired US Army Master Sergeant, hard as nails, and not inclined to believe in
superstition or the supernatural. Oh sure, I enjoy the occasional vampire movie on TV but I’d never in my life considered anything supernatural as
real. I enjoy a good ghost story too but, movies and stories alike, once finished, are quickly forgotten and certainly never believed to be factual.
And now, I hope the reader will realize how badly I was shook up because I just could not bring myself to believe that such was really occurring.
Returning to bed and lying there with the bedside lamp on I was astonished when, after a few minutes, I again felt footsteps on the bed and some
pressure as the feet crossed my legs. “This just cannot be happening,” I shouted. “Get your sorry ass away from my bed you sonofabitch!” Of
course my outburst had no effect on whatever the entity was and it continued to move back across my legs a second time. Somewhat beside myself with
anger and shock, I got up for a drink of water and an hour or so of watching television. Thinking that I might be “losing it” I was a bit
hesitant to return to bed but I knew that I must. Climbing back into bed I was thinking to myself that this just couldn’t be happening to me…that
it could not possibly be real. But it was! Again I felt the footsteps and some pressure as the feet pressed down onto my feet, ankles and legs. I
immediately grabbed my two-foot-long heavy plastic back scratcher and began flailing the bed covers in the area where the ‘thing” was, cursing and
shouting as I swung away. It had no effect whatsoever as within a few minutes after I stopped swinging the entire process was repeated. I grabbed a
blanket and pillow and spent the rest of the night in my recliner.
The next day I bought some new batteries for my 6-year-old Logitech digital camera thinking I would photograph the feline “spirit.” I was
certain I was dealing with a cat because I had house sat for my son and daughter-in-law on several occasions and their cat Guru was quite fond of
hopping into bed with me. She would walk around a bit until she was comfortable then lay down and go to sleep. That night I procrastinated a bit on
going to bed, hoping against hope that the thing would have just disappeared. No such luck. Only a very few minutes after slipping under the covers
the footsteps began, starting at the very bottom of the bad and proceeding upwards and across my feet. As soon as I felt the pressure of the feet I
snapped a picture, the flash almost blinding me. The entity didn’t even hesitate but continued its march around my bed. I snapped a few more
pictures then arose to check out the results. After downloading the pictures onto my computer I clicked the first one open and was greatly
disappointed. But I had a beautiful photograph of my bedspread! The other pictures were the same, just my bedspread. Well, the camera is old, I
thought. Maybe it just can’t capture the image fast enough. I returned to bed and proceeded through the next hour as I had the previous night,
flailing away with my back scratcher and kicking and cursing. I would occasionally stop and when I felt the feet pressing onto me, I would raise my
foot or leg slightly hoping to feel some additional weight. Nothing. After a time, however, all activity seemed to cease and I went to sleep, only
to be awakened several times by the repeated walking and, then something new, the vibration of the damned cat scratching itself.
The next day I made a trip to a local electronics store and spent a bit over $300.00 for a new state-of-the-art digital camera. You guessed it…the
results were the same but I now have several dozen great photos of my bedspread and dresser and the hump where my feet were.
Well, needless to say, the creature is still with me and after two weeks of shouting, hitting, placing garlic and salt on the bed, and sneaking to the
bedroom door to snap photographs during the day, I have finally resolved to leave the thing alone. If I lie down for a nap in the afternoon it visits
me and it has never failed to join me at bedtime. I’ve wondered about it and have asked myself why it started visiting me after I had lived here
for over a year. And why me? Why was I, a total disbeliever, singled out for its attention? I have slowly become to feel “privileged” by its
continued presence and have even begun to speak to it occasionally. And what the heck, it hasn’t caused me any harm…yet!