When I first met my boyfriend his roommate had this wonderful little kitty named Cheech. I never liked a cat before Cheech, he was small and orange and he had the funniest little personality. Well not long after I moved in with the two of them, the roommate's girlfriend had to get rid of her cat Satchmo so we just took him to our place. Cheech and Satchmo HATED each other. Then Cheech got sick and we just thought we was depressed because of Satchmo, our place is pretty small and they pretty much had to be in the same room.
Cheech got worse and worse and one night we had people over and them thinking cheech was the same old kitty, they let him out. He ran away and hid under the house and we didn't find him until about 3 days later. He was still alive but in really bad shape so we took him to the vet, but sadly he died. We got him cremated but didn't get the ashes until about a month after he died.
Not long after he died (about a week) we got 2 kittens that we were already supposed to get before cheech died. We called the Kittens Ziggy and Marley. At first everything was normal but the night that we got Cheech's ashes, home weird stuff started to happen. Not scary just unusual. The first night I was sitting on my bed and Marley was laying on my stomach. Ziggy was on the edge of the bed and it was like she was playing with another cat but no other cat was there. She would jump and pounce on this one thing that she kept following with her eyes and playing exactly the same as she would with Marley. I just thought she was being crazy but it still happens about once a week.
Even with the new kitten that my room mates just brought home (Mr. Stubbs is his name) he will play with nothing while the others sleep... I don't know why they would play with nothing when they have tons of toys to play with, which is why I think it is cheech.
Another strange thing that happens quite often is when Satchmo comes inside. He will try to use the litter box which is down the hall in the bathroom but every time he gets too close to the litter box, he will start hissing and get so scared he will accidentally go on the floor sometimes. This is exactly what would happen when Cheech was alive and Satchmo would venture down there when Cheech was already in there. He does it every time, even when we are down there with him. We tried changing the litter and taking the lid off and even getting a new box and letting him use it before the others. Nothing works! Poor Satchmo barely comes inside because he is so scared!
Now those are not the things that made me want to write about this on here. The other night I was sitting on the couch watching tv with my boyfriend and I had Ziggy and my boyfriend was holding Mr. Stubbs. Marley was behind my head on the back of the couch and Satchmo was outside. All of a sudden I saw something out of the corner of my eye and I looked over to see an orange cat run down the hall jump on the chair and then when he went to jump down, he just disappeared. At first I thought I was mistaking one of the other cats but not only were they all beside me, none of them are orange. Ziggy and Mr. Stubbs are black and Marley and Satchmo are grey and white.
Now I know that this story probably bored you to pieces and it is nowhere near as scary as any of the stories but I just love the fact that our kitty came back I had to write it.
Thank you for reading
Be safe and be happy