At 1 a.m., when I was sound asleep, I heard a strange noise outside. Not really loud, but loud enough to wake me up. It was a kind of scratching sound, and I wasn’t sure what it was, so I got up to look. I really should’ve had my camera ready before I turned on the outside light, because although what I saw was still there, I wasn’t holding my camera, and when I grabbed it to take a photo, the flash accidentally went off. Dang. Because what was out there were two big fat raccoons raiding my suet feeder!! As soon as the flash went off, they took off running, and I missed getting them. However, I thought I should post the photo anyway. Hahahahaha…
This next photo made me laugh and cry all at the same time. When my beloved ʻUkulele kitty was still alive, she used to present me with gifts of balls of yarn that she’d found. Sometimes in my knitting bags, sometimes from somewhere else. She’d pick them up with her mouth, bring them to the hallway near my office door, and then make a very particular meow that she only used for her triumphant acts. I’d praise her and tell her what a good kitty she was.
About three months ago, I could have sworn I heard ʻUkie’s meow out in the hallway. It was eerie. I got up and went out into the hallway, and there was Kalakoa, bringing me a ball of yarn, sitting there in triumph at the awesome thing she’d done. She sounded exactly the same as ʻUkie used to sound, and I knew right then and there that ‘Ukie had sent this kitty to me. I cried every time, missing ʻUkie, yet “seeing” her at the same time. I mean, really, what are the odds?
Well, today there were no tears. I just started laughing. Because when I heard the “Look Mom!!” today and went out, this is what Kalakoa had brought me. It’s a large felted fish that I knit… almost as big as she is, and how she dragged it out of the basket and into the hallway I will never know. All I know is that ʻUkulele had a part in the whole thing.
Awww this is awesome. And I have a fish like that one too! LOL
You know, for the longest time, I felt my ferret, Niele, tapping her cold nose on my foot and ankle. It would happen off and on for the longest time after she passed away. And now, I feel that once in a while and I would think it is my other ferret, Revie, but it can’t be because Rev never goes out of our sun room. Strange how that is, but no one can convince me that my little ferret doesn’t come to visit once in awhile. She was full of life when she was with us, and she didn’t want to pass away.
This is a good story Mochi… It made me think back on my beloved ferret. I miss her so much, but like you, no tears any more, but good kind memories.
How sweet! I have one of my outdoor kitties (the first kitten) named Scamp (Scamper, and there’s another whole story, lol), who I swear is the reincarnation of my 21 year old kitty named Twit who died in 1999. She acts the same, has same affection moves, and loves to groom me, as did
Twit. So she is extra special to me. I am sure the furry babies reincarnate when we need them.
Eeveryting comes aroun’ no? so sweet dat Kalakoa did dis. Nani pitcah too.m/
Critters and critter stories – I love ’em.