My Cat Nicky
From the time that I was a small child of perhaps
three, up until a few years ago, there had always been a
cat about the house. One cat in particular(the one central
to this story), a tabby tom by the name of Nicky, was always
close to me. Nicky had been with me for a number of years,
he was a real tom, solid and tough, although always affectionate,
the only two things that he hated were the rain and cows.
Anyway Nicky had not been well it seemed nothing more serious
than the normal virus that cats pick up now and again. He
seemed to be getting better, eating again and even purring!
With this in mind I decided that it would be all right for me to
go away on vacation (or holiday as we call it over here in
Wales) with my brother, my parents were at home to nurse
the cat.
We had booked in to a hotel in the town of Cheltenham
for a few days, this is about 150 miles from my home. The
vacation went well and we got some walking and sightseeing
in. Although I thought of Nicky a few times I was not
particularly concerned, as mentioned he looked as if he was
getting better.
On the last night I went to bed after sampling a few
pints of the local beer, but I was not drunk by any means!
I slept deeply, but at about 6:00 in the morning I woke
suddenly, it was as if someone had shouted in my ear the words;
OH NICKY! I felt funny; sad, disturbed, and unsettled. Not
waking my brother I managed eventually to get back to sleep
for an hour or so. After breakfast we travelled back home
by bus, I still had not said anything about the incident to
my brother, there was no point in worrying him and our house
was not on the phone.
On arrival home we were met at the door by my father,
who warned us that our mother was very upset as Nicky had
died earlier on in the day. It seemed that he had been
improving all week but when my father and mother had got up
and gone into the living room, he had got up as if to go
to his litter tray and on the way he had collapsed and died
of a heart attack. My mother was the first to get to him
and she had cried out to my father; Oh Nicky, what will your
owner say! This had been at 6:00am, that morning.
Well there you have it, not much of a ghost story I know,
was it supernatural? or was it some kinda of psychic link
between myself and my mother? I'm not sure.
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