Welcome to Coffee Hour. This is an open topic thread so help yourself to the goodies and sit a spell and let us know what is new with you. I have had cats for most of my life. Currently my house is owned by Pixie. She has staked out the right front corner of the bed as hers.
My first cat was Zonker who died in 1989. My family claimed he was a cat that only I could love. He had a rotten temper but was also a big ( 3½ feet from nose to tip of tail, 15 inches at the shoulder, and 30 pounds) mama's boy. Shortly after he died I was in bed with the new kitten Sasha curled up next to me. Suddenly we both heard a thump and quickly turning the light on I looked at the pillow and there was an indentation the size of a large cat. That was where Zonker used to sleep. A few years later I was in bed with the flu when a cat jumped up on the bed. I knew it was Zonker but he was now a ghostly gray and white. He slowly faded away. I have felt him rubbing against me several times over the years. The last time I felt him rub was a couple of weeks ago.
I lost Merlin in April of last year. I had had him since he was 4 weeks old. I really miss him. I have seen a shadow cat several times. Reid has also seen the shadow cat. The other evening I was in bed with Pixie curled up on the right corner as usual. I felt a cat lick my face on the left side. Merlin was always licking my face.
It is rather comforting in a way to know that beloved companions may still be around.
Zonker
Merlin