My Cat And My Grandad

I've had a couple of experiences and I hope you enjoy reading them.

The first if I remember correctly was many years ago when I was about 8/9 years old.

My family had 3 cats, one of them was mine called Missy, a black and white short haired cat who was very affectionate. She developed a problem with her back legs that meant they would have to be removed. My parents decided it would be better to 'put her to sleep' which obviously upset the whole family, me especially.

A day later I was having a rough night, I had a bad day at school due to bullying and I couldn't sleep for more than an hour or so. I had a sweet dream where I was playing with Missy. I use to do this thing where I would flick a small ball of string towards her and she would pounce on it. I stood up and she looked up at me, meowed and rubbed my leg. I then woke up to a feeling of something sitting next to me legs on the bed. I looked up and for a few moments I could see Missy lying next to me legs curled up like cats do, sleeping soundly. I reached over to stroke her and she disappeared before I got a chance. I went back to sleep and slept fine for the rest of the night. I don't know if it was a hallucination or a real encounter with a ghost but I will remember that day for the rest of my life.

My Grandad, Ken, died in 2005. Ever since I thought I've heard him walking about my Grandma's house or felt his presence. Last year I was looking after my Gran because she had an operation on her knee. I slept on the sofa which wasn't a bad thing, big leather sofas comfortable to say the least.

I usually put my clothes on one of the single seat chairs before I got into bed.

One night I had put them on top of a cushion lying in the middle of the seat. So if you were to sit on the chair you would have to move them or sit on them and the cushion.

I fell asleep pretty easy despite a bad headache. I woke up around 4am, my headache had gone but I needed a drink. After returning to my bed I noticed that my clothes had been squashed down and the cushion was pushed back on the chair. Like someone had been sitting on it.

I didn't think much of it until later, my Gran told me she thought she heard Grandad snoring next to her. Then I thought maybe he had come to thank me for looking after Gran and to check up on Gran with her bad knee. At least that's what I like to think.

Thanks for reading.

Mark