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I Thought It Was Cinnamon

 

As you may remember (if not, all of my previous stories are on this site under my profile) I have had many experiences and seem to be cursed (or blessed, depending on your opinion) to be susceptible to things paranormal. Now that I have finished my background, on with this tale.

We had a cat named Cinnamon for 16 years in our family. He was a white cat with orange swirl markings, orange under his whiskers and gold eyes. My husband brought him home from the rail yard as about a three week old kitten. He was so tiny when we got him, I immediately took him to the vet who told me his age and gave me special formula to feed him. The vet indicated it was extremely important that Cinnamon receive his feedings every two hours over the next two weeks if Cinnamon had any hope of surviving.

I set my alarm every two hours through the night and my sister watched him and fed him every two hours through the day while I was at work. It was a lot of work, but as the saying goes, anything worth having is worth working for. And, believe me; living with Cinnamon was worth it.

Cinnamon was a member of our family in every way. He came on vacations with us, rode in the car (the way some families do with their dogs). He walked on a leash and was lovable. I believe he thought he was a dog having grown up with my Rottweiler.

At night, I would crawl under the covers and within about 5 minutes, Cinnamon would slither under the covers near my feet. He would always lay in the bend of my knees and sleep until morning.

Unfortunately, my new neighbors were having a mice problem. They had put mouse poison all around their yard. I was not made aware of this, so I didn't get overly excited when Cinnamon got into their yard one afternoon. I knew once I called his name and he had done a little exploring, he would come home.

He did come after calling him a couple of times; but this time he had blue powder all in his whiskers. I wasn't sure what he had gotten into, so I scooped him up and knocked on my neighbor's door. They then told me they had mouse poison all around their yard.

I panicked and ran to the car, getting Cinnamon to the vet as quickly as I could. The vet gave me the worst possible news; if Cinnamon had ingested any of the poison, there was nothing to be done. We would know by morning.

Cinnamon crawled under the covers next to my knees that night, but... He did not wake up in the morning.

I have his ashes in an urn on my mantel.

Now, at night after I have been in bed for about 5 minutes, I feel my blankets moving around and what feels like little cat paws on the bed. I do not feel anything lying against my knees, but that's okay. This had been going on for about 5 months since we lost Cinnamon and was actually a bit of comfort to me.

Last weekend, it changed.

I felt the blanket shift, the little paws walking and then a huge thud on the mattress next to me. This thud was enough to shake the entire bed and to have my husband running up the stairs to see if I had fallen or was hurt.

I have tried to explain what I felt and what happens to my husband about 5 times now. He just looks at me and goes back downstairs.

I have asked what ever 'it' is to leave, to go to the light. I have told 'it' that I am protected by the Lord. Nothing more severe or major has happened, but this thud/jump on my bed has not stopped either. It is starting to make me wonder...

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KimSouthO (27 stories) (1960 posts)
 
7 years ago (2011-02-02)
PestilentPixie,
Thank You for your heart felt comments.

I miss Cinnamon to this day, and I still receive little signals that he is around.

God Bless!
PestilentPixie (4 stories) (52 posts)
+1
7 years ago (2011-01-27)
Kim, I believe that this is an adorable story that brings me a sort of comfort and etches a warm smile on my face. I can tell by the strong emotion of your story that you and Cinnamon shared an emotional bond that has transcended death. Beautiful.
DCinAZ (guest)
+1
7 years ago (2010-10-11)
The thing is, I can relate to this story. My mother raised Great Danes, and growing up with large dogs as I did made me immediately think in that direction. We had bunk beds in our rooms (8 kids) and I would have our dog Jerry sleep on the top bunk with me sometimes. Well, at one point my sisters had taken their bunks down so only the one set I shared with another sister was up and Jerry would jump off my bed onto my sisters to get down. That's when the fur would fly, so to speak. I can't help but laugh when I think of it. Your story brought all that back, thanks. 😆
KimSouthO (27 stories) (1960 posts)
 
7 years ago (2010-10-11)
I think the theory from DCinAZ fits! Cinnamon has found a play mate! One that is much larger than he to be able to cause the thud on the bed. I know the little patting paws are Cinnamon, but the thud was something very different. I am grateful! Thanks!

God Bless!
DCinAZ (guest)
+5
7 years ago (2010-10-09)
OK, I don't think anyone else paid attention to the last sentence you wrote or the fact that cats don't normally make huge thuds when they land on a bed. I could be wrong of course, but unless Cinnamon was something other than a housecat I just don't see that happening. However, you also mentioned another pet, a Rottweiler, so can we assume that since Cinnamon already had a certain comfort level with a large K9... Well, I think you know where I'm going with this... Could Cinnamon have possibly brought home a playmate? One that does have enough bulk to produce a "huge thud" that could be heard by your husband downstairs? I hope I haven't gone and jumped the shark with this theory. 😉
roseinbloom (4 stories) (117 posts)
 
7 years ago (2010-10-09)
Kimsouth, the story, of how you got, Cinnamon, is so very like the way, we got our kitty, Goldie. My husband, rescued, her as a very young kitten, from the back of a warehouse, he use to work at. The guys, there, kept throwing her out, but she kept running back in. After, my husband, saw an adult alley cat fight and scratch her up, he felt sorry for her and brought her to our home. She was bloody, and so dirty when I first saw her, that I just loved her at once. We bathed her, and fed her, only to find out, how beautyful she was. She looked like a golden purshian cat and she walked with her very fluffy tail straight up in the air. She lived with us for over 15 years. She has been gone now, for about 1 year. I stay up until about 2 or 3 o'clock every night, and about a couple of weeks ago, while walking down the hall to my bedroom, to go to bed, I swear, I heard her meowing. This happended, as I was reaching to open my bedroom door. I know she still is with us. If I ever hear her again, I'll make sure to tell her to go to the light, and wait for us there. ❤
Rashidah (guest)
 
7 years ago (2010-10-09)
It is very possible for animal spirits to visit you after they died.
ItsMeKrissi (11 posts)
 
7 years ago (2010-10-09)
My mother had a similar experience when our dog died. The first week after our dogs death my mother could still feel her fur and paws with her feet when she was moving.
AmberTaylor3323 (8 posts)
 
7 years ago (2010-10-08)
Oh, my gosh! I am SO sorry! Think about it this way, though: he loved you so much he didn't want to leave you. However, I am glad you told him to go to the light. I haven't really lost any pets (knock on wood *I rap on the wood table*), so I can't empathize, but I definitely give you my sympathy. 😢
redphx (4 stories) (827 posts)
 
7 years ago (2010-10-08)
OMG! It is your kitty. My Beast died at 17 years old just this year. I had him much like you, from birth. For a few weeks after his death I would feel him kneeding on the bed like he used to. It is good you told your baby to go into the light. Your story makes me smile becaue you felt strong love for your cat and he loved you too which is why he said goodbeye. I am sorry for your loss. I actually have Beast's ashes next to my bed. I really feel for you on this one. I understand

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