I saw him!

On Fri, 29 Aug 2003 22:35:27 GMT, "Brenda Watkins"
wrote:

Though it's been three months since Bunter crossed the Bridge, he continues
to visit me. Often right after I've gotten under the covers at night, I
hear a cat jump up onto the foot of the bed, and feel a little body rest
against my ankles. I look up to see which cat has joined me - and see only
the covers.

The other morning, I was sitting at the kitchen table reading. Pea was out
on the enclosed porch, and Emily was upstairs. I glanced up at the window,
and saw a fluffy meatloaf settled comfortably on the cat shelf. I returned
my gaze to my reading material - and then did a double take. I looked back
at the window - no cat. I looked out on the porch - Pea was still there,
asleep. I went upstairs to find Emily lounging on the bed.

Who was sitting at the window? It could only have been Bunter.

Brenda

His sweet spirit will always be with you -- lucky girl!

Ah ever neat!

You are so lucky. I would give anything for such a visit from Hopitus1 or
DurDur....but must comfort myself with the image of them waiting for me at
the Bridge.


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Brenda Watkins wrote:
Though it's been three months since Bunter crossed the Bridge, he
continues to visit me. Often right after I've gotten under the
covers at night, I hear a cat jump up onto the foot of the bed, and
feel a little body rest against my ankles. I look up to see which
cat has joined me - and see only the covers.

The other morning, I was sitting at the kitchen table reading. Pea
was out on the enclosed porch, and Emily was upstairs. I glanced up
at the window, and saw a fluffy meatloaf settled comfortably on the
cat shelf. I returned my gaze to my reading material - and then did
a double take. I looked back at the window - no cat. I looked out
on the porch - Pea was still there, asleep. I went upstairs to find
Emily lounging on the bed.

Who was sitting at the window? It could only have been Bunter.

Brenda

Love can cross all barriers.
--
Adrian
A House Is Not A Home, Without A Cat.

On Fri, 29 Aug 2003 22:35:27 GMT, "Brenda Watkins"
wrote:

Though it's been three months since Bunter crossed the Bridge, he continues
to visit me. Often right after I've gotten under the covers at night, I
hear a cat jump up onto the foot of the bed, and feel a little body rest
against my ankles. I look up to see which cat has joined me - and see only
the covers.

The other morning, I was sitting at the kitchen table reading. Pea was out
on the enclosed porch, and Emily was upstairs. I glanced up at the window,
and saw a fluffy meatloaf settled comfortably on the cat shelf. I returned
my gaze to my reading material - and then did a double take. I looked back
at the window - no cat. I looked out on the porch - Pea was still there,
asleep. I went upstairs to find Emily lounging on the bed.

Who was sitting at the window? It could only have been Bunter.

Brenda


Awwww, Brenda, that is great! I always loved it when my Bridge
kitties visited me, whether in dreams or in -- how do I put this? --
ethereal form. Tiki was the funniest; she looked like she was in a
transporter on "Star Trek", like she couldn't quite figure out how to
manifest fully on this side -- lol! So she looked kinda "sparkly". I
really miss seeing those guys -- been quite awhile, so I assume they
are happy at the Bridge, or have been reincarnated. Sure am glad they
visited me for quite some time, though.

Ginger-lyn

Brenda Watkins wrote:
Though it's been three months since Bunter crossed the Bridge, he
continues to visit me. Often right after I've gotten under the
covers at night, I hear a cat jump up onto the foot of the bed, and
feel a little body rest against my ankles. I look up to see which
cat has joined me - and see only the covers.

The other morning, I was sitting at the kitchen table reading. Pea
was out on the enclosed porch, and Emily was upstairs. I glanced up
at the window, and saw a fluffy meatloaf settled comfortably on the
cat shelf. I returned my gaze to my reading material - and then did
a double take. I looked back at the window - no cat. I looked out
on the porch - Pea was still there, asleep. I went upstairs to find
Emily lounging on the bed.

Who was sitting at the window? It could only have been Bunter.

Brenda

--

http://www.angelfire.com/ca/bewtifulfreak

The same thing has happened to me with several cats that passed on. With one
of my favorites, Whitefoot, I could feel movement on my pillow at night. I
think the same thing will happen when Baby Eyes goes. She spends every night
up on my head.

"Brenda Watkins" wrote in message
...
Though it's been three months since Bunter crossed the Bridge, he
continues
to visit me. Often right after I've gotten under the covers at night, I
hear a cat jump up onto the foot of the bed, and feel a little body rest
against my ankles. I look up to see which cat has joined me - and see
only
the covers.

The other morning, I was sitting at the kitchen table reading. Pea was
out
on the enclosed porch, and Emily was upstairs. I glanced up at the
window,
and saw a fluffy meatloaf settled comfortably on the cat shelf. I
returned
my gaze to my reading material - and then did a double take. I looked
back
at the window - no cat. I looked out on the porch - Pea was still there,
asleep. I went upstairs to find Emily lounging on the bed.

Who was sitting at the window? It could only have been Bunter.

Brenda