It may have taken a few weeks, but we finally found out exactly who, or what, has been haunting our house. As it turns out, the entity is not human at all, but a cat. Yes, that’s right: we have ourselves a ghost cat. Now, this may come as a surprise to those who are not heavily involved with the paranormal, but let me tell you, I really was not that shocked when my mom told me what she saw one afternoon. Then when I saw it along with a friend the next day, I was completely sold. So anyway, yes, cats can have spirits. We actually have one at the Proprietary House. It came out one time during a séance, when people sitting around the table felt a cat curling up against their legs, winding in and out, one at a time. It also shows up every now and then, as one of our trustees, who has a severe allergy to cats, begins to cough and sneeze out of nowhere, before the fit goes away as quickly as it came.
Back to my situation, it was last Tuesday afternoon when my mom (which the first occurrence happened to) felt a cat brush up against the back of her legs when she was standing in the living room. Not thinking anything of it, she continued with what she was doing. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the cat again, but this time, turned around quickly, only to see nothing. She walked into the family room and saw Lawrence, once again occupied by looking out the window at the birds in our yard, something he does all day long. She shook off what happened as a coincidence, or just Lawrence taking a break, but later in the day, when she was sitting on the couch watching TV, also with a view into the kitchen, she clearly saw a cat walk from the dining room and into the kitchen, this time, our cat being right at her side. There was no mistaken identity here.
Later that night, when I came home from coaching hockey, I had not heard the story. When I first walked in the door, I saw a cat sitting up on our pool table. It was dark in the room, but I definitely saw a silhouette. Looking back on it, I remember clearly thinking, “Lawrence never goes up there. He hasn’t gone up there since we first got him last year”. The reason for this is, every time he would hop up there, I would pick him up and put him down on the floor, because I did not want him walking up there. We did this so many times that he just does not do it anymore. When I saw him, I continued walking into the kitchen, and as soon as I began to enter the room, Lawrence came from the other direction to rub up against my leg. Not being in the most jovial mood because my team had lost, I did not think anything of it, until I heard the story about an hour later.
The next night, my friend Brett was over (who has been on several investigations with me at the Proprietary House) and we were in the family room, ironically watching an episode of Haunted History, when I saw his head quickly turn to look at the kitchen. Because I noticed this out of the corner of my eye, I too turned my head and looked, just in time to see a cat walk from the same spot my mom saw. I asked him, “You saw that too, right?” and he said yes. We quickly got up and walked in, searching every inch of the kitchen, including the bottom cabinets, and Lawrence was nowhere to be found. A little while later, I went upstairs and Lawrence was sound asleep in my closet.
Other than these three sightings, I have not seen anything else, but have heard a few noises, including one yesterday while I was eating lunch. I was sitting down and Lawrence was on the window sill right next to me. I then heard a clip-clop like sound that was so loud, Lawrence actually turned his head and looked. I did not get up, but I sat silently for a few seconds and heard nothing else. Whenever I am in the kitchen, I do get the feeling that something is around me, even if nothing happens. I must say, it is a bit more comforting knowing its a cat and not some disgruntled soldier or anything like that (whatever will keep the people in my house calm; they can believe what they want). I still ask myself if a ghost cat could have caused the incident with the string, written about previously in the article linked above, but I suppose it is possible.
The only question now remains: what cat is it? Is this the cat from the Proprietary House, that followed me home? Is it the spirit of one of my own cats that died in our house many years ago? Lawrence is the first cat we have had in all the years since our other two passed away, and although we have had him a year, perhaps the spirits are finally comfortable enough to come out and play. Only time will tell, but at least we have something concrete here.