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...