The return of a beloved Cat
I miss my cat. It has been a little overt a year since he's been gone. His name was Jasper, and I was his owner. Sometimes I feel that he has come back to me, I feel his prescience.
I feel his spirit, his soul, like he has come back to say that he loves me. Today was one of those days.
I could have sworn I heard a meow today, and all of my cats were downstairs, and I was upstairs with my door closed. I saw a shadow crawl under my bed. I felt Jasper's prescience in my room. I heard another meow. I looked around and saw nothing. I went over to my door and opened it, I looked in the hallway and down the stairs, and nothing was there. I walked back into my room and sat down on my bed. I saw a shadow come out from under my bed and the figure jumped onto my bed. My bed had imprints of cat feet, walking on the bed. I was a little shocked and scared, but I sat there, frozen like a statue. Then there was a small imprint of a cat, lying down on my bed.
"Jasper, Is that you?" I hesitated to ask. I heard a meow. I quickly dug through my book bag and found my phone. I quickly took a picture of my bed and put the phone on video recording mode. I aimed it at my bed and asked some more questions. For all of the questions I heard meows. I put my phone on my bed and ran downstairs.
"Mom, Mom, Jaspers spirit's in my room!" I screeched. My mom was in the refrigerator, she closed the door, and looked at me oddly.
"I don't think so Cara, we're you dreaming?" My mom said. I just slumped back to my room. My own mother did not believe me. I got into my room and looked at the picture I took of my bed. I saw a cat shadow lying on the bed. I looked at the video and I saw it again. I was sure it him, my beloved Jasper. I didn't care if my parents didn't believe me, all I knew that it was my Jasper.