Lilly
05-01-2008, 04:33 PM
When my aunt was around eleven years old she had a yellow cat who she loved very much. The cat ran away for about two weeks and when she got back home she was very sick. There was nothing no one could do to make the cat better so my aunt tried to make her last days as comfortable as possible. Finally the dreaded happened, so my aunt went about the task of burying her. It was a very cold winter day and the ground was frozen, so my aunt dug a hole and laid chunks of frozen dirt on top of her. After saying a small prayer, she went inside and sat in the living room feeling very sad. For some strange reason she looked toward the front door and saw her little yellow cat walking away from the door, towards the stairs. She got up and followed the cat up the stairs and to her room. The cat jumped on her bed and disappeared. She said she could see right through the cat but she didn't have any fear of it. That was the last time she saw her little yellow cat.