DATE SUBMITTED: OCTOBER 26, 1997
FROM: LARRY HAYDN, SINGAPORE
PERSONAL EXPERIENCE: GHOST CAT STORY
(Sun, 26 Oct 1997
Hi, I looked into your website after finding your url in alt.folklore.ghost-stories. I live in Singapore, a small island of 240sq.km surrounded by Indonesia and Malaysia, and a population of 2.6 million people. I read the "Daisy Returns" article. I had a dog named Daisy too, but this is not about.
Sometime around 1979-1980, I picked up a cute stray kitten from the market. It is white, quite tiny - probably about a couple of months old at most. I don't remember whether it is male or female. Anyway, I love the kitty very much. I would bath it every few days, and put talcum powder in its fur after drying it out with a hair-dryer. It would sleep with me. I bought lots of cat-food for it, and I am particularly tickled when I offer it a piece of catfood while it was taking a catnap. I would, with its eyes still closed, sniff the food and eat it. We lived in a semi-detached bungalow, and between our porch and our neighbours', there is a fence. The kitty would occassionally squeeze through the fence and go over to our neighbour's place.
Kitty lived with us for several months. One day I came home and could not find kitty. I searched for several hours, and finally found it, stiff and cold and bleeding from the eyes and mouth, and very dead. Tearfully, I buried it in our garden. I thought our neighbour had poisoned it. That night I dreamt that I was playing with kitty. It was as if nothing had happened and that kitty was still alive. The next morning, when I went to take a shower, I felt stinging pain on my chest. When I looked into the mirror, I saw hundreds of fine scratches on my chest! It was as if kitty had scratched my chest!! I still remember kitty to this day...pink nose and pink paws...and very playful. It had grown from a scrawny stray to a well-fed, lovable homebody. I hope it is well. Maybe in heaven.
From: Larry Haydn firstname.lastname@example.org humble homepage: http://www.cyberway.com.sg/~haydn (under construction for a looooonnng time)