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Welcome to Thursday Coffee Hour. This is an open topic thread so help yourself to the goodies and sit a spell and let us know what is going on in your life and what is on your mind. Today I am talking about my first cat, Zonker. Zonker was a big cat. He was 3½ feet from nose to tip of tail, 15 inches at the shoulder, and 27 pounds.  He was a huge red orange tabby with amber eyes.  He was gorgeous and knew it. He didn’t walk he slinked with muscles rippling.

When I first brought Zonker home my Mom looked at him and exclaimed, “I thought you were getting a kitten. He is a half grown teenager.” Actually he was only eight weeks old. If I had taken a good look at those paws I would have realized that he was going to be huge when he grew into them. He was not a sweet natured cat. In fact he was an absolute terror. I was the only one he loved. My family use to kid me that only I would have picked a cat like Zonker to love.

He passed away in 1989 at the age of 17. Unfortunately no one told him about it. My first encounter with him as a ghost came a few days after he died. I was in bed with my young cat, Sasha, when Sasha suddenly sat straight up and was listening hard. I couldn’t hear anything but there was a jolt as if something had jumped on the bed. I turned on the light and there was an indentation on the pillow where Zonker used to sleep. I have seen him and felt him rub up against me several times. A few year's ago I was resting while trying to get rid of the flu when there was a tremendous jolt on the bed.  I saw Zonker sitting on the edge of the bed and he looked like he was made out of gray clouds.  I could still recognize him and once he had my attention he just faded away.  Unlike the Cheshire Cat he didn't leave a grin.

Zonker has followed my on my moves. It was in Denver that I saw him while in bed with the flu. He followed me to Chicago. One morning I was in a long nightgown brushing my teeth when I felt a cat rub against me. The nightgown was moving but there was no cat. My cats at the time, Sasha and Merlin were both asleep on the couch. I never encountered him in Indiana. Yesterday though I was in the kitchen when I felt a cat rub against me. I looked down and you guessed it no cat was there. Merlin was asleep on the couch and Pixie was sleeping in her favorite chair. This morning as I was brushing my teeth I felt a cat rub again. So welcome to North Carolina Zonker, I hope you are happy here.


Originally posted to Street Prophets on Thu Aug 02, 2012 at 01:34 PM PDT.

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  •  Cookies (17+ / 0-)

    "A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world." Oscar Wilde

    by michelewln on Thu Aug 02, 2012 at 01:32:58 PM PDT

  •  A ghost kitty! (9+ / 0-)

    I never read of a ghost cat before. It's a nice story. Hi Zonker!

  •  Aw, sweet story (6+ / 0-)

    It's been a long while, but there were times when I'd hear the clippity-clack of nails on tile in the kitchen when I was working at the counter.
    Of course, there wasn't a doggy there, but I used to even bend at my waist and pet air and tell Bandit how much I love him and miss him.

    Truman, our living doggy, doesn't make nail-noises when he walks.

    Also, after a couple of our kitties crossed the Rainbow Bridge, I'd hear their distinct meows at times.

    I don't think it's all that unusual to be visited by our departed loved ones, even our animal family.

    None of them have visited me in quite some time though.

    You're very lucky that Zonker found you!

  •  Me, I'm a ghost cat agnostic, (6+ / 0-)

    but I have a couple friends who are true believers. Their own cats also made impressions on the bed, noises and pressure against the owners and their houseguests shortly after the cats' passing over.

  •  Ghost cat: I'm glad to have a reality check (6+ / 0-)

    about this.  When our pootie died in May 2009, I had many of the same experiences as described in this diary and comment thread.   Indentations on the bed.  Feeling rubbed against (we have no pets since).   Seeing him walking through the house out of the corner of my eye.  (Turn to look directly, not there.)

    When our cat before our last pootie died (we waited 4 years to get another one), he was a beautiful big black bruiser of an animal.  He looked like a small panther.  Used to frighten old people in the neighborhood by going up to their front picture windows, standing on his hind legs and peering in at them.  

    He died suddenly when we found him vomiting and listless.  We thought it was a virus, so we rushed him to the vet, thinking that with fluids and antibiotics, he would be okay.

    But they told us we had to put him down right then.  He had advanced liver cancer.   It was a hard moment.

    He pretty much ruled the neighborhood, but there were a few cats who regularly came around to challenge his alpha-cat status.   The next morning after he died, we looked out the kitchen window, and there on the retaining wall outside, were his three rivals sitting together (never before), quietly and meditatively gazing at the spot where our cat always sat.   It was a pootie wake!   He must've been there, the way they were so respectfully gazing at his spot.  Weird.

    And then I had the same experiences of feeling the cat feet on the bed at night.  Seeing his curled-up indention on the bed.    It was hard.  It's still hard.

    So my deepest sympathies for the loss of your pretty tabby Zonker.   I understand.  I do.  :)

    I am THE one and only "sockpuppet" nym at DKos, since 2004. I am not A "sockpuppet" of "The Nephew" or anyone else. Got it?

    by sockpuppet on Thu Aug 02, 2012 at 04:12:10 PM PDT

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