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there is always, well nearly always an explanation, acceptable or not..
Minx has been dead over a year, and yes I have a new rescue. She freaks out at corners that Minx slept in even though I now have furniture there.
Tonight Minxes food bowl, and yes it´s still hers, has landed on the kitchen floor. Not easy from behind shut doors. Yes the cupboard doors are still shut, freaky well what the eck yes, scared no way.
Explanation I would love to hear it.

I can't, Uzzi, but our second cat disappeared in 2014, and we often sense/see him at various times.

his sibling, who really missed him when he went AWOL, will also just stop at various parts of the house and stare into the distance.

I'm not going to question it, but just accept that there may be something happening that we don't currently understand

I have had odd things happen too.
One evening I lost a small obect that I was using.
I hadnt moved from my chair but, it simply vanished .
I searched the entire room, but it was nowhere to be found.

Hours later, i was in the kitchen alone with the door clised.
I put the kettle on, turned around to get milk from the fridge on the opposite side of the room and I saw something whizzing through the air, moving very fast across my path.
It slammed into a wall mounted cupbard and rebounded back onto the floor.
It was the missing item.

( earlier i had been in the sitting room, doing a crossword.
All I had on my lap was a puzzle book, a pencil and a large eraser. I hadnt moved but, the eraser simply vanished)

I had been telling somebody what a delightful woman my mother was and , that night, when I was in the bath, I heard a loud noise downstairs.

The television had been on one of those wall brackets which had a lip to stop it sliding off. It had come off the bracket forwards and landed on it's screen. Nothing was broken. There had been two people in the room at the time but they had been reading the paper so didn't see what happened.

I also have some of those storage jars that use used to be able to buy Nescafe in. They are incredibly fragile but one slid off the jar at the back of the work top behind my back and landed, unscathed, on the floor beside me.

I think I had been describing her to somebody in my usual glowing terms that day too.

I think I mentioned what I'm about to post on another thread a year or two back.
The incident was a long time ago, but it's still true. I was working alone on night shift.
Was working for a major car sales outlet. I was near exhausted for the want of sleep and I was grieving for the loss of my Mother, who had died just a few months previously. Had been the chief mourner at her funeral, had disposed of her home and effects. Part of my routine on these shift was to walk the length of a very large garage, on the inside and back every hour. The garage had been locked by my self at the start of the shift. Small hours of the morning, I lets myself in, locks door on inside, walks the length of the garage, turns around to come back out. About one third of the length of the garage walked, something catches my eye. Turns head, looks left. Inside the car I was walking past, in a locked garage, on the rear near side seat was my Mother looking at me !! The last time I had seen her, prior to her funeral had been at the funeral directors. I got out of that garage as fast as I could. On the way out a discarded bottle on the floor to my right spun and wedged open fire door on my left slammed shut !! Never went back in that garage all night. This actually happened.

Incidently, the lady in my avatar is my Mother

Always a great believer in life on the other side & that they still have a sense of humor.

Years ago - Mum was in hospital - I had the day off - left home locked the door (you have to use the key) - went shopping picked up a few things - went straight to the hospital to visit & show her my goodies. While we were talking my handbag decided it didn't like sitting on the bed & jumped on to the floor & landed on its bottom - nothing fell out.

I picked it up opened it checked my glasses were ok & put it back on the bed. It did it again. So i left it on my lap. Just as i was leaving mum asked me a question about some bills and i opened my handbag to check my diary & my purse was in the wrong section & had moved with my glasses (very unusual).

So i moved it back in the other section (3 zipped sections all closed) and couldn't see my front door keys. So there I was emptying out the whole bag to look for my keys, even one of the nurses helped. Nowhere - checked my pocket , coat nothing - so ended up thinking i had lost them. They were on a large key ring too with my office keys - so easy to see.

Lucky enough mum still had hers so borrowed her key ring.(which was green & had the shed key on it) - went home. Next day went & got a key cut & new key ring - gave mum hers back & ordered new office keys too.

3 days later while in the bathroom - went to the medicine cabinet & there was my old key ring, door key & office keys sitting on the shelf with a white feather on the top of them.

Never could explain it. - never will.

That episode that startled me I thought about for the remainder of the night (and many times since) As said I saw my Mother on the rear near side seat. At her funeral the he was delayed, another funeral in progress. I was in the car immediately behind the hearse with my wife and Aunt May, sister, all crying silently. It was teaming as I recall. As we waited I was staring at the head of her coffin a few yards away, sat in
the rear near side seat. All true, I couldn't make that up.

What a shame Eldrick is not still active on here. :-D.

These stories should have been saved for tonight just before meteor spotting starts. :-D

Fred was certainly not amused to see the tanker pull into the crematorium for his funeral. He sent a thunderclap!

My experience may have been born of fatigue and grief,
perhaps it was best kept to myself :-( ?

I think if something traumatic is fresh in our minds we tend to see what we want to see. In other words our minds can and do play tricks on us. I think we've all experienced that.

If you saw your mother then you saw your mother.

Fred's cousin Carry was the most down to earth woman in the world, taking all disasters in her stride. She and her husband Charlie were the sort of couple you would want to be a part of, totally close. When Charlie died their son persuaded her to move to a bungalow next to him.

She told me that Charlie didn't go with her and when I said that he had been dead for some months when she moved she told me that he still came back and sat in his chair at the old house.

If Carry saw him I have no reason to think that he was not there.

I could tell you some stories but you'd just think he's daft in the heed.

You and I both, David.

I've had two experiences, both whilst on holiday in Wales and both involving my two grandmothers!

The first I do acknowledge happened when I was extremely young so my memory can be called into question.

The second occurred when I was sixteen, and although I didn't see what happened directly, I was involved.

I am glad I am not alone with "strange " experiences. Last night Pippi (the new rescue) sat on the bed staring at the wardrobe and whimpered (as if she was trying to talk). She then went over and checked in there. I now have a small unit in there but it used to be Minx´s bed. Pip has now also taken to sleeping under the bed in the same place that Minx used to.
I think I might just settle that Minx is about somewhere, whether she approves of Pip or not I am not sure. :-S

David its up to you who you tell. I personally am a believer.

I went to see a medium - some things you take with a pinch of salt - others were too near to factual to be comfortable guesses. My mum had a few very favourite foods (not normal things) The medium said i have a lady here showing me ********* and a jar of *********.
would you know who it was - I certainly did. No one could have guessed that.

I still think my cat sent a stray to us to comfort us. He is so like him, not in looks, but in attitude. I use to think reincarnation but the stray is too old for that.
He often looks up at the top of the sofa where our previous cat use to be, or a few other places.

I am convinced our pets and loved ones pop in on us for a quick visit.

Here's one I don't know what to make of. While doing my family tree I discovered that my paternal GM (Father's Mother) was named Sarah. I further discovered that she died shortly after my GF and that she and my GF are in the same grave in Belfast.
I'd been giving my grand parents a lot of thought. Both died before I was born. I checked my telephone for messages and had had no sooner dialled 1571 but a woman spoke, two words, Sarah speaking. BT normally say you have new message (s) but not on this occasion. Two words, Sarah speaking. No number to return the call.
The only Sarah I know is my deceased GM

Surely it's 1471 not 1571?! Could be be you rang another of BTs help lines and a lady called Sarah answered it ?!!!

When Uzzi made her OP, I had already heard about this via a friend who is a local policeman but I didn't know how to tell it without sounding daft.
The story has since made the news.


http://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/news/local-news/rutherglen-family-call-police-after-8621821