a cat will find me

At work we use a service called TeleTime to clock in and out. At the end of the day I was in my car warming it up waiting to clock out. I noticed a movement to my left and there’s this cat. He’s just laying in the cold grass, it was only about 39 degree’s out and you can see spotty snow in the grass behind him. I’ve never seen him around here before. I don’t know if this is normal cat behavior or if something meaningful is attached to it. I just found it strange and something I’ve never seen before.

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Shadow Birds

Walking through the park today, a dog pulling it’s owner came up to me. We’ve said hello before in passing. We stopped and talked a few moments about the holidays. It’s not a subject I care to talk about but the dog seemed content with me giving her attention. As we talked, something I’ve seen countless times flash in front of me, a shadow bird. The dog reacted to it but the gentleman seemed unphased like nothing happened. As if he didn’t see anything. The dog’s eyes moved as she watched it disappeared. She opened her mouth for a breath and nudged my hand for more attention.

I’ve never read anything about shadow birds. There’s a lot of literature on shadow people. It’s common knowledge. But the birds, I’ve seen this flash inside the house as well as outside. I’ve heard birds as much as I’ve heard the spirit chatter. The few times it’s happened directly in front of me, it was definitely an opaque black bird. I’ve had experiences with birds. Sparrows come around me a lot. Like I’m a curiosity to them. They’ve walked up to me and what seemed like I was being studied. They’ve landed on my deck handrail and watched as I stared back at them. Here at my new place, the back patio attracts them around the privacy fence where they watch me through the window.

I’ve only owned one bird. A white parakeet. It would sit on the outside of it’s cage and go back in to eat. Rarely did it leave it’s perch on the top of the cage. If I got up it made all kinds of noises and flapped around. On a Saturday afternoon it was sunny and warm. The front door was open letting in the midwinter sun. The parakeet flew directly into the glass storm door and landed lifeless on the rug. Coldheartedly I picked it up, wrapped it in paper towels and threw it away. Around this time, mid 1980’s, the flashes started. It took a few years until I realized the connection.

A lady I dated had a parrot. He was housed in a huge cage. When I would come over to her place the parrot would puff up the feathers on his head and raise his wings. This was followed by loud screaming that wouldn’t stop until I left. She said he only does that when I come around. I tried to feed him to show I’m friendly but if I got up to the cage he jumped to the bottom and hid in the back.

Some of the other experiences I’ve had with birds are the owl and falcon. The woods behind me have a deer trail I decided to follow. Once back a ways I found a clearing and sat on a log to get the burr’s off me. The overwhelming feeling of being watched created a mild form of paranoia to set in.  Looking around as I cleaned up there wasn’t anything or anyone. That’s until I stood up and looked directly into the eyes of a well camouflaged owl sitting in the tree in front of me. The huge yellow eyes glared straight back into my eyes. I looked down to walk back out and as I made my way into the woods the owl seemed to relax in a non-offensive stance. I turned to look and he returned my glance before fading back into his tree.

The falcon came out of nowhere.  The trees where I use to live had grown over the sidewalks. The shaded walks made it a nice place in summer sun. Rarely did I ever see my neighbors which made a morning walk very quiet and peaceful. On occasion I would see the falcon perched on the peak of the roof, he would fly off effortlessly. One morning on my walk I saw a bird in the distance, the sun reflecting off it as it got closer I could tell it was the golden color of the falcon.  Flying lower than I’ve ever seen him, he flew under the cover of the shade trees following the sidewalk. Once under the trees his wings didn’t move once. He glided directly over me in a deafening silence. Not once did he look at me as he passed over my head. He reached the end of the shade trees and like smoke he faded upwards out of sight.

Visit From My Old Cat

Sunday morning the Blue Jay was going crazy outside. I looked at the clock and it was 3:20 am. Even being half asleep I thought it was strange the Blue Jay was making that much noise that early in the morning. I started to fall back to sleep. The bed did a slight bump and I waited to see who was near me. I could feel little paws walking at the foot of my bed. Stinky, my old cat, visits me from time to time even though he was put to sleep several years ago. I could feel him between my ankles kneading my leg. He always put his left paw in front of the right one. I could hear his purr. stink_2Slowly I turned to look at him, trying not to scare him off. He stared back at me. His purr got louder and deeper as he looked straight into my eyes. I could only see his head down to the top of his front shoulders, everything else was just the light from the T.V. I said, “Hey little buddy, how you been”. He kept kneading and began to lay between my legs. He disappeared into the light and blanket but his purring went on until I fell back to sleep.

Toad #2 – Returned

After working in the vegetable garden and cleaning up around the edge of the woods, I returned to the patio for a break. Friday was humid from all the rain. I grabbed a 7-Up and sat under the tree out back. The breeze blew through the woods. The cardinal made up for it by yelling louder. The blue Jay let herself be known, swooping from tree to tree. I had the overwhelming feeling I was being watched. Turning to look behind me, there was no one. The entire time it felt like someone close by wanted my attention but there was no one around.

I returned to my senses and decided it was time to get up, break was over. The paranoia that I was being watched still hung heavy around me. The way I had sat the entire time made my foot fall asleep. I had to lean forward and push myself up to get on my feet. Just as I put my hand to the ground, this guy was there. He’s the same frog from the patio chair, or looks the same. I’ve never seen this type of frog before until these two interactions and the tree is only 10’ from the patio chairs. Glad I didn’t smash him. He survived all the snakes I let roam to eat the rodents. They must find him repulsive or toxic.

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Curious about frogs and toad and their myths and folklore, I looked around the internet. The following is an excerpt from a site written by George Knowles:  “many of these myths and tales portray them as demons, creatures associated with the devil.  Some cultures however viewed them in a positive light, and saw them as representative of good fortune, protection, rain and fertility.  In some cultures the frog symbolized resurrection and a higher stage of spiritual awakening.  In the Rig Veda creation myths of the Hindus, the Great Frog supports the universe and is representative of the matter from which all is created.”

Cat In The Window

A few months ago I came across an old friend from the town I grew up in. He wanted to talk and I just wanted to get the hell out of there. I gave him my number and address and invited him over for a beer sometime. He called me a few hours ago and said he stopped by Friday evening. I wasn’t home Friday and told him he should have called first. Mark said he drank a beer on my porch and waited a while, I didn’t show up so he left. Now I know how the Bud Light can got there. He mentioned playing with the cats. I told him the little yellow stray showed up when I moved there and never left. He replied, “He keeps your cat company”.

(In junior high school, Mark brought up that I shouldn’t talk about the subject of this blog. It creeped people out and they were talking behind my back. I saw them joking but I didn’t know they made fun of me at that time.)

“I don’t have a cat”, was my answer. Mark said there was a black and white cat in my window. He tapped the screen and the cat stood up, rubbed the window and jumped back inside. He mentioned the cat didn’t have a tail. I told him about Stinky, my old cat. That’s the exact description of him only he was put to sleep 5 years ago. I told Mark to log into my blog. There was a long pause. He said, “I want to read this, I’ll call you back.

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Mark called back. He asked me if I ever noticed when we were kids how he would always wait outside for me. And how he kept telling me to stop talking about spooky things. He wanted me to stop because he stood up for me when everyone was laughing, he saw the shadows upstairs. He wanted me to stop talking about it because they made fun of him for it also. Validation is awesome…

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I was doing yard work a few days ago. It was around 85° outside. In Ohio we go from 38° to 85° in 24 hours. It was humid for May. I hate it already. Sweaty and exhausted from trimming the hedges and cleaning up debri, the patio looked like a good place to take a break. The shaded furniture and a few bottled waters were my company for the next 20 minutes. The slight breeze helped dry me off as I moved around the chair to expose areas to the wind.

Sliding down in the chair I crossed my legs and closed my eyes. The feeling of someone standing beside me made me open my eyes to look. No one’s there. A few minutes later I swear someone is near me so I sit up and look around. Again, there’s no one around. I felt my body getting stiff just from the short time sitting. Getting up I stretched my back to one side thinking it’ll cure everything. I reached to pull the chair back into the neat magazine-like set up it was displayed as. There in my chair sat a toad. I didn’t see it when I sat down. It doesn’t blend in with chair color. I poked it to see if it was alive. He just blinked and pushed back. I don’t believe It didn’t get smashed while I was thrashing around trying to air myself out. I snapped the picture, I think he smiled for the camera, then put the chair back in. Maybe we’ll meet up again some day.

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Cat Returns at Night

Before I fall asleep at night the sound of my old cat running through the house comes back. He did this every night. Some times he was so rowdy I had to tell him to stop. It did no good, he would start back up. In the morning I found knocked over cups or the stray sock in front of the door. When he got tired he would jump up on the bed and walk all over me until he found a spot on me to fall asleep. The guy did this for 20 years every night even when his health was fading. After I put him to sleep 5 years ago he still returns. I hear him running in the hall and stopping in front of the door. I feel him jump on the bed and walk around. He’s always welcomed back…

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