It was a sunny, clear, Saturday in June. The temperature was 72, and still rising. My mom was at work, so I was left home with my dad and the animals. "When you're done with those dishes, why don't you take the critters out in the backyard to play? They could use the exercise; especially that freaky cat of yours...", Dad said. "Ok...", I replied, washing a fork. Then, he left to go make some deliveries.
About ten minutes later, I had finished the dishes and was picking at my now, ruined nail polish. I went and opened the door so the cat and dog could go out. The dog burst out of the house, while the cat walked cautiously out, hoping that the dog wouldn't chase her back in. Unfortunately, that's what happened. So I got up and carried the cat out. She squirmed in my arms, trying to run over to where the graves for our other animals were. I leaned down and placed her by them. Her eyes started to follow something, and she zoomed after it, going behind me. "She probably saw a toad...", I thought to my self.
Letting the cat roam about, I knelt down, and prayed. Suddenly, I heard meows come from behind me, but they couldn't have all been from one cat because they all sounded at the same time. I immediately thought of strays. That scared me because I didn't want a cat fight going on, and I especially didn't want my cat getting hurt. I heard them again, but this time I could hear them more clearly. They all sounded different from each other, and they were so familiar to me. I spun around and saw a breathtaking sight; my two cats that had passed away were playing together with my current cat. They were rolling, and tumbling along on the bright, green, grass, under the sun. It was so peaceful. My eyes watered, and when I blinked, they were gone. My cat got up and sat on my lap purring.
Ever since that day, I've seen them playing out of the corner of my eye. It always reminds me that I'm not alone.