A man recounts his experience with a stray cat’s deceased owner.
January 2004
by Thomas M. Ginther
Cally is a short, fat female cat that started showing up at my house in January 2002. She showed up at the same time every day, so we assumed that her owners let her out when they got home, and being that she was quite fat, she was just looking for an extra free meal. We have fed a number of stray cats over the years and have always kept an extra bag of food on hand.
About the end of February, Cally started staying and not leaving during the day. Sometime during March, we started seeing the wispy outline of a woman passing through the kitchen, nothing clear, just a vague outline. This did not strike me as too odd, being a member of various paranormal groups. I have seen many strange things and have had poltergeists in the house in the past.
One mid-April day, I was looking out of our sliding glass doors onto the deck where the cat was looking back at me. For about three seconds, a full apparition of a little old lady appeared right on top of the cat. I saw her as clear as a real person standing there. She was very frail, had her hair in a bun, wore a long-sleeved, full length, dark print dress, and looked like she was at least 70 years old.
Not knowing what was going on, but having some idea, and having some training with dowsing, I got out my pendulum and started asking questions. I learned that the cat had come from no farther than five miles away. The ghost was the cat’s owner, who had died in January. I also learned that she was hanging around because she was concerned about the cat’s well-being.
Wanting to confirm what I learned, I started asking around and found out that the widow “Smith” (not her real name) had lived about three miles from me, had died in January, and fit the description of my apparition exactly. I also found out that her son took over the house and threw everything out. That could explain the cat’s fear of males. It took some time, but it has since accepted me.
I let Mrs. Smith know that we would be taking good care of her cat and we would be taking it to the vet along with ours for shots next week. I told her it was time to cross over, go to the light. We have not seen her since and the cat is still here. I guess living by herself, that cat was very important to her and, as fat as it was and used to being indoors, very pampered. I feel she could not cross over until she knew that her cat was going to be taken care of.— Alton, Va.
