Haunted Pets

Beefy · **Posted:** Thu Oct 27, 2005 7:21 am

I seen something like this on Para4.org and it reminded me of this, so I thought I'd share.

I was at my buddies place once, Pork Sausage for those of you that may know, and I think he has a ghost cat in his place.

I'm allergic to cats, and he has 3 in his place which doesn't help me at all lol. But several times I was at his place over the summer time I think I had an encounter with a ghost cat.

It might've been something else, and I'm not saying this is definately a ghost cat, but it was odd.

I was wearing shorts since it was all summer out n stuff, and I was sitting on his couch. I could feel around my ankles one of his cats rubbing on my legs with their sides, as cats tend to do. I looked down and seen no cat. But I could still feel it. And then my ankles would itch horribly for a couple days after that.

That happened more than once. And one of their cats goes nuts a lot, and we think it's retarded, but it could very well be that it's seeing this other cat that nobody else is. Who knows...

DSpeer · **Posted:** Thu Oct 27, 2005 7:35 am

QUICK CALL TAPS!!!!

Beefy · **Posted:** Thu Oct 27, 2005 9:27 am

Ummm... why would I call them? I'm a ghost hunter lol. Besides, I'd want a thorough investigation, not a half nighter.

mcflat22 · **Posted:** Thu Oct 27, 2005 9:39 am

I think it's perfectly believeable. After our family cat died of old age, you'd swear you heard him purring or felt him jump on the couch or lay on the bed. It was freaky at times but nice too that he just wanted to check on as all like he did when he was alive and well.

Mynx · **Posted:** Sun Jan 08, 2006 4:45 pm

ghost pets to me is a huge honor. my dog was put down for old age and then later that very same night, i swear i heard barking. and at the time, we lived on the old family farm and no other dogs were around for about three or 4 miles. pets coming back is like they love you so much and stuff. as for the first case. did his cat die or is it a cat he didn't own.

Beefy · **Posted:** Mon Jan 09, 2006 11:27 am

No, this is a new place he rents. I think it was from a previous renter.

Mynx · **Posted:** Mon Jan 09, 2006 8:35 pm

oh. cool. write if you have or will investigate that. it sounds interesting!!!

Sky Pilot · **Posted:** Sat Oct 17, 2009 9:30 pm

His name was Rascal and he was a Shepherd mixed mutt.
My wife found him shivering under her car and took him in. He was barely weaned; she trained him in all the good things a pup should know, and discovered there was much more than she realized.
Like when she made a co-worker a cake, and year-old Rascal discovered he could paw at the table cloth until the cake was in reach ... and when my wife got home, only the back semi circle of hollowed out icing remained, and Rascal was stretched out in happy agony with a very fully belly.
Rascal endeared himself to everyone; he rode in her Nissan pickup with her; when she went through Dairy Queen's drive-thru they gave her a small cone-in-a-cup for Rascal, and the bank's drive-thru kept a jar of doggy treats for him.
Her parents eventually took him over and he lived the rest of his happy life with them.
He grew old as dogs all do, and finally developed cancer, which all dogs do if they live long enough.
My wife and I were asleep, and sleeping, we dreamed.
She dreamed of Rascal as a pup, cocking his head a little with his tongue out laughing, and begging for a ball to be thrown.
I dreamed of a pond and Rascal and I swam it together. We lay on the far bank for a time, tired and happy, and then I had to swim back, but Rascal could not: we were both saddened that I had to leave, and I woke.
My wife and I both woke and looked at one another and with one voice said, "Rascal."
We marked the time.
0430 hours.
Next day my mother in law called.
My wife said "Rascal died, didn't he?"
Her mother was ... surprised.
They'd had him put down at 0430, for he woke in pain and was crying; it was his time, and he went quickly.
My wife hung up from talking with her mother and turned to make tea.
She looked out the patio doors.
Rascal was looking in at her with his head cocked and his tongue out, laughing, begging for a ball to be thrown, and then he faded, and was gone.

Sky Pilot · **Posted:** Sat Oct 17, 2009 9:30 pm

His name was Rascal and he was a Shepherd mixed mutt.
My wife found him shivering under her car and took him in. He was barely weaned; she trained him in all the good things a pup should know, and discovered there was much more than she realized.
Like when she made a co-worker a cake, and year-old Rascal discovered he could paw at the table cloth until the cake was in reach ... and when my wife got home, only the back semi circle of hollowed out icing remained, and Rascal was stretched out in happy agony with a very fully belly.
Rascal endeared himself to everyone; he rode in her Nissan pickup with her; when she went through Dairy Queen's drive-thru they gave her a small cone-in-a-cup for Rascal, and the bank's drive-thru kept a jar of doggy treats for him.
Her parents eventually took him over and he lived the rest of his happy life with them.
He grew old as dogs all do, and finally developed cancer, which all dogs do if they live long enough.
My wife and I were asleep, and sleeping, we dreamed.
She dreamed of Rascal as a pup, cocking his head a little with his tongue out laughing, and begging for a ball to be thrown.
I dreamed of a pond and Rascal and I swam it together. We lay on the far bank for a time, tired and happy, and then I had to swim back, but Rascal could not: we were both saddened that I had to leave, and I woke.
My wife and I both woke and looked at one another and with one voice said, "Rascal."
We marked the time.
0430 hours.
Next day my mother in law called.
My wife said "Rascal died, didn't he?"
Her mother was ... surprised.
They'd had him put down at 0430, for he woke in pain and was crying; it was his time, and he went quickly.
My wife hung up from talking with her mother and turned to make tea.
She looked out the patio doors.
Rascal was looking in at her with his head cocked and his tongue out, laughing, begging for a ball to be thrown, and then he faded, and was gone.

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