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A late night visit...

post #1 of 12
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I just wanted to share this here, where I know you guys won’t think I’m nuts…Cotton came to visit me to other night.

I’ve been going through a bit of a rough time lately (the kind of time where I would have been hugging my big white cat a lot) and part of that has been pretty painful dental issues.

I woke up a few nights ago feeling ill…toothache, headache, heart burn, cramps…typical really bad night for me, and while I was laying in bed thinking about whether I should tough it out or go downstairs and take something the bedroom door bumped open a few inches – like it always does when one of the cats comes into the room. I didn’t hear anyone, but that’s not odd because the only one I hear when she comes in is Freya. So I roll over to see who it is and can clearly see a big white cat with curled ears sitting next to the bed looking at me. Anyone with white cats knows how easily you can see them in the dark. So I blinked a few times, laid back down and rolled back over to look, knowing he’d be gone, but he was still there…and I could feel him giving me ‘the look.’ Whenever I had one of these nights with Cotton, he’d give me an almost-exasperated look until I felt bad enough that I’d go take something and feel better, then he’d curl up and go to sleep with me. So I spent several minutes looking at this big white cat, who I know couldn’t actually be there, but feeling bad that I was putting him out by making myself uncomfortable. So I finally got up to take something, the whole time he was stills sitting there looking at me. It wasn’t until I went to walk past him and put a hand down to touch his head like I always did that he faded. I saw him lift his head to bump my hand, but he never connected. When I looked back at the bed, I noticed that both Freya and Wendel were curled up in bed asleep and I went downstairs to take something, I found Sybil dozing on the landing – so I know it wasn’t any of them.

I guess my big buddy felt that I really needed a cat that night, and he was right. I’ve felt consistently better ever since.
post #2 of 12
I love stories like this. Bless your little heart, Cotton, for coming when you were needed.
post #3 of 12
This is such a touching story. It's proof that angels really do exist.
post #4 of 12
oh, Ms. Freya, how cool was that! Cotton is still looking out for you, and is still with you! I so believe you, and believe what you experienced was real, you are so lucky to have had him visit you like that, so vividly.. I hope you experience his presence with you again when you need him so..

I DO have an all white cat Dave, and you certainly know when these all-white cats are present, even in the dark, no doubt..

4 years ago, my best friend of 12 yrs., a soft-coated wheaton terrier dog, her name was Ginger, passed..she was my love and my heart and my everything. Well, I've never actually "seen" her since her passing, but DAILY, I feel her presence (soul) around me, watching me and guiding me, and just "with me", if that makes sense lol...not a day or night goes by that I don't think of her, or even talk with her even, I truly believe she helps me in my life, from "beyond", and she is still connected deeply with me, even though we are now on different planes/dimensions, we are still best friends, and always always will be (like your Cotton!!)
post #5 of 12
I have goosebumps, but feel so good from reading your story. Bless Cotton's heart.

Hydrox, The Old Coot, passed away about 11 years ago. Almost two years ago, I was in the bathroom drying my hair. And I saw a black kitty walk past the bathroom door. We don't have any black kitties....I knew it was Hydrox. When I walked over to the door and looked out, there was nothing there.

But several nights later, I was lying on my right side in bed with my head propped up on my right arm, watching tv. And a black kitty walked in the bedroom door....I could see him out of the corner of my eyes, but when I looked right at him, he was gone. When it happened again a few nights after that, I watched out of the corner of my eyes as he walked in the bedroom door and around the foot of the bed. There were already six cats on the bed and we only have six cats. I told DH about seeing Hydrox and he just kind of rolled his eyes at me. Not too long after that, DH saw him, too. Same way I did....out of the corner of his eyes. Walking back the hallway. And it's definitely The Old Coot.

Since then, when I'm in bed, I have felt a kitty pressed up tight against my stomach from time to time and I know there's no cat there. I can feel him with the stomach; there's pressure there, but I can't reach down and touch him. But that's where Hydrox used to sleep and I'm sure it's him. It's a comforting feeling for me, knowing (or thinking anyway) that he's come back to us.

I've never seen Da Pumpkin Boy since he went to the Bridge. And I've never seen our Rainbow Banshee either. Sometimes I think I would sell my soul just for one more day with Banshee.
post #6 of 12
I love these stories and hope more members will share their experiences.
post #7 of 12
They're never really gone, and we're most attuned to them when we're ill or vulnerable for some other reason. That's the only way I can explain it.
post #8 of 12
Awwww, Kate, Cotton just KNEW you needed his comfort... Warms my heart so much! A big for you as well. I really hope things get better for you soon.
post #9 of 12
My dear little Fred stops by once in awhile. He raised every kitten that came to our home during his lifetime, and when my crowd gets unruly, he visits. Scooter has begun to do a lot of the things that Fred would do that I really loved. Cuddling right next to my chest was one of them. Out of the clear blue, Scooter has started doing that in a very Fred-like way. Scooter was the last kitten he raised before he went to The Bridge at 18 years old.
post #10 of 12
Though I've never had such a vivid experience as others here described, I have believed that the spirits of my cats have remained at my house, at least for some months, after they died. I also thought I saw some of them, but from "the corner of my eye." Not so clearly as the white cat in the dark. And I never felt them physically.

Over time, I don't feel their presence anymore. I hope they are still here, though. They can haunt me forever. I won't mind.


Robin
post #11 of 12
Aw. I'm glad Cotton is taking care of you and that you've been feeling better. I just read his bio and looked at his picture--what a sweetheart. Love to you and to the others who've shared their stories here.
post #12 of 12
thanks for share
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Originally Posted by jcat View Post
Th1ey're never really gone, and we're most attuned to them when we're ill or vulnerable for some other reason. That's the only way I can explain it.
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