Last night while I was trying to sleep, I heard Gizzmo’s meow. “Meh” came a breathy hello from the darkness. My door (which is rarely fully closed because of the cats) was nudged open. I sat up in bed and looked. No cat came in. I heard a second “meh” and looked at the door. No cat there.
At this point I did something I hadn’t ever done when it came to my cat haunting. I called out for her. As soon as I did, I felt something get on my bed, but there was nothing there. I got freaked out and had to leave the room.
Returning an hour later, after a short walk outside at 2:30 a.m., I went to bed and slept for about an hour. During that hour, I had one of my dreams that Gizzmo is sleeping on my shoulder.
I’m not sure if I like being haunted by Gizzmo. I know that she’s not malicious, if anything she’s just keeping an eye on me, but it’s still a little creepy.
A few friends have told me that I’m just in mourning and that I miss her and I’m imagining all of this. My brother also hears Gizzmo, usually the same night/time that I do. Today I talked with him and he said that he was up around 2:30 and heard the first “meh” and heard my door open. This has to be real.
I’m being haunted by my cat. She died just before Christmas and now I hear her distinctive meow and feel her get on my bed late at night. I see her out of the corner of my eye every now and again. I swear that I saw her follow me around Barnes and Noble the other day.
Gizzmo was the coolest cat ever. She was a long hair calico with a orange lightning bolt on her forehead. She never really meowed like other cats, she kinda had a breathy “meh”. I could do anything to her, we used to dance and at one time she enjoyed travelling on my head.
The haunting started with a dream about three weeks after she died. In a very vivid dream, I slept in my bed and she walked up my leg and stood on my shoulder as I lay on my side. She bent her head down and meowed in my ear. As soon as I heard that meow, I startled awake. I didn’t go back to sleep that night. I stayed up and watched the snow fall slowly outside my window.
So Gizzmo haunts me, its not malicious, she’s just checking up on me. She’s always there, just a few feet away watching on and every now and again she’ll pop up and make herself known.
