cut to the chase, we had a cat, rescued it from a hard short life from the back yard here, and it grew into a great cat, stuck to my son like glue.. well yesterday the little booger passed on.. last night however, i heard him meowing through the house just like normal my daughter said this morning he was in her room meowing at her. my son sitting on the couch with his and the cats favorite blanket says hey check this out, the room is 70 degrees, and a little spot on the blacket exactly the size of the cat was an easy 10 degrees colder, not just a chill or a couple degrees but a serious COLD spot!!
apparently ol' max the cats job with us is not quite done yet...
from being brought into the home as a flea ridden size of an orange, not knowing if it would live to ten years later, never wanting to go outside ever again he just aint ready to move on..
for those of you who believe, there ya go, for those who dont, well i seen too many things in my life to not believe...