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Do Ghost Cats Exist?
In my book, Ghost Lover, not only do I have a lascivious ghost, but he has a ghost cat name Mr. Finch.
Mr. Finch wasn’t always an invisible ghost cat. He started life off as any other little ocelot kitten living in South America in the care of his mom.
Then one day a sailor named Mr. Finch found the little kit while searching for fruit.
Slipped the fellow into his pocket and headed back to the ship. Knowing a wealthy lord who he suspected would pay good money for the kit, he ensured the little guy survived the journey home.
Renoir Lassier, the Lord of Durran Castle, bought the young cat at once and quickly came to love the useful fellow.
Sadly, Mr. Finch died in his prime while saving Lassier’s life during a battle. Refusing to be without his companion, Lassier buried the ocelot in the family cemetery, knowing anyone buried there would return as a ghost. The accumulated family ghosts who lived in the castle objected at once, but Lassier ignored them and did it anyway. (Lassier was never much on obeying spoken or unspoken rules of engagement.)
True to the magic within the soil, Mr. Finch returned, only he remained invisible to the eye, but solid to the touch. This enable him to protect Lassier in battle even as a ghost. Soon raiders left Lassier and his people alone as word spread that Lassier had control of invisible demons that would slash you with claws. Without the constant battles, Lassier returned to his favorite past-time: the seduction of women, a hobby he pursued even after his death.
Now clearly Mr. Finch is a fabulous character in my book. But can cats actually become ghosts?
The answer is yes. Here’s a personal experience:
When I lost a fabulous fat tabby named Sherlock, for months afterwards, when lying in bed I’d feel him jump onto the bed and walk forward and eventually settle down to sleep. It gave me great comfort to know he hadn’t left me.
This type of ghost cat visit happens all the time.
Here’s links to similar occurrences that other people have had.
Guy wakes up and feels his former cat nestled against his stomach. But when he opens his eyes, nothing but the indentation can be seen.
This one is about a cat named Bailey that died during minor tooth surgery. Back at home her owner hears Bailey’s cry, as does the other cat, who tries to chase Bailey away. This event repeats itself many times until one day Bailey arrives while the other cat is napping. Bailey mews to makes her presence known, then the woman does what she thinks is best. She tells Bailey it’s time to visit God. She felt Bailey rub her leg than she left for good.
And for my last story, this is about a rescued kitten that a young man brought home. His other cat hated Cheddar on sight and time didn’t improve the matter. After a while, Cheddar demanded to be let outside and promptly disappeared. Sad, but not a ghost story until the guy develops the pictures he’d taken of Cheddar and his other cat. While the other cat is in the pictures, Cheddar isn’t in a single shot.
I hope you enjoyed these true ghost stories. Here’s more about my humorous, contemporary romance story which just happens to have a ghost and a ghost cat amongst the characters.
By Liza O’Connor
Contemporary Romance with a touch of paranormal
Two sexy English brothers. One irresistible ghost. Who would you choose as your lover?
Completely broke and with a criminal record to boot, Senna Smith is one day from eviction from her apartment when Brendon, her promiscuous roommate from London, suggests she go to England, marry him, and manage his fortune. With few other options, she agrees to an open marriage. But she’ll never, ever, have sex with him, knowing if she falls in love with him, he’ll break her heart.
As trustee of Brendon’s family fortune, there is no way Brendon’s older brother, Garrison Durran, is going to let him marry a self-professed American gold-digger. As Senna tries to embrace castle life and English society for Brendon’s sake, Gar discovers Senna is the perfect woman for him--beautiful and intelligent, kind and caring. Now, if she wasn’t already engaged to his brother…
The ancestral ghost of Durran Castle has to intervene if the Durran brothers have any chance of an heir. He can’t leave them to fix matters on their own. They are useless buggers when it comes to love. As counselor to Gar, matchmaker for Brendon, and lover to Senna, a ghost’s work is never done.
CONTENT WARNING: Allergy warning: Ghost cat in book.
The cat seemed very nice and if you’ll tell me where he is now, I’ll go and introduce myself.”
“The cat in my room last night.”
He set the pillow aside. “We don’t have any cats. Gar hates them.”
“Well, Gar may hate them, but you still put one in my room.”
Brendon rolled over on his back and forced his eyes open. “You found a cat in your room?”
“Did you see it?”
“No. I couldn’t get my eyes to open. But I felt him jump on the bed, then walk to my chest and lie down.”
“Did he seem really big?”
“Yes,” she replied patiently.
He yawned. “You must’ve met Mr. Finch. He’s an ocelot, about twice the size of normal cat. Never took to domestication, so he spends most of his time in the woods. I haven’t seen him since grade school. Sometimes at night he would come lay on my chest. I found it very comforting. Made me feel safe.”
“Well, how did he get into my room? I keep my door closed.”
“He walks through them,” Brendon muttered as he rolled over to his side.
“Mr. Finch is a ghost. Lassier had him imported from South America centuries ago. He follows him around like a hound.”
Senna shook his shoulders. “Brendon wake up. You’re not making sense.”
With a heavy sigh, he pushed himself into a seated position. “There’re some really cool stories about him in the library downstairs. You can ask Gar to show them to you. But don’t tell him you’ve actually met Mr. Finch. He gets all bent out of shape when anyone mentions our ghosts in the present tense. He has no problem discussing them as quaint relics of the past, but the moment they have the audacity to make their presence known to anyone, he goes berserk.”
About Liza O'Connor
Liza lives in Denville, NJ with her dog, Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.
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