This has been on my mind for a couple weeks now and I've been trying to think how I can best present this experience. I'm not an especially mystic or spiritual type, nor am I someone who has spent my life with a pet cat. Indeed, I haven't been owned by one in 26 years. At the same time I've always shared a special bond with cats, even if I wasn't the human providing for their needs. It is seldom I visit a friend with a pet cat who doesn't remark how easily their pet warms up to me.
Anyhow, on with the story - about six years ago I moved into a new place down in south Texas in the middle of summer with temps close to 110 F and the a/c was broke until the maintenance guy could fix it. It was very late when I finally got all my belongings transferred from the old place to the new one, and I was quite tired. The place was just scattered with all my furniture, unopened boxes and plastic grocery bags as is typical when you move. Being so hot I just left the front door open and threw a comforter and pillow on the floor and crashed.
Here is where it gets weird: after a few hours of sleep I'm having this dream where a cat is lurking around the room. I know it is a cat because I can tell by the sound it makes as it crunches the plastic bags slowly investigating and sniffing everything. It's like I'm asleep in a dream watching what is going on.
Then, I wake up, and sure enough this cat is sleeping up on the window sill. I think to myself; wait, was that a dream, or was I just sleeping with my eyes open? So I talk to the cat and he just looks at me the way a strange cat typically will. I'm like "come here, baby" and he darts out of the house.
I never saw him again. I shared this experience with quite a few people afterwards because it was just SO REAL. I guess they think I'm crazy, but I know what happened. I don't sleep with my eyes open and I can't tell by any particular sound some animal is making a specific noise walking on a plastic bag.
Cats are telepathic, end of story
Anyhow, on with the story - about six years ago I moved into a new place down in south Texas in the middle of summer with temps close to 110 F and the a/c was broke until the maintenance guy could fix it. It was very late when I finally got all my belongings transferred from the old place to the new one, and I was quite tired. The place was just scattered with all my furniture, unopened boxes and plastic grocery bags as is typical when you move. Being so hot I just left the front door open and threw a comforter and pillow on the floor and crashed.
Here is where it gets weird: after a few hours of sleep I'm having this dream where a cat is lurking around the room. I know it is a cat because I can tell by the sound it makes as it crunches the plastic bags slowly investigating and sniffing everything. It's like I'm asleep in a dream watching what is going on.
Then, I wake up, and sure enough this cat is sleeping up on the window sill. I think to myself; wait, was that a dream, or was I just sleeping with my eyes open? So I talk to the cat and he just looks at me the way a strange cat typically will. I'm like "come here, baby" and he darts out of the house.
I never saw him again. I shared this experience with quite a few people afterwards because it was just SO REAL. I guess they think I'm crazy, but I know what happened. I don't sleep with my eyes open and I can't tell by any particular sound some animal is making a specific noise walking on a plastic bag.
Cats are telepathic, end of story