Phantom Felines And Other Ghostly Animals - Gerina Dunwich 2006

Spirit in the Storm
Phantom Felines

by Samantha Williams

When I was eighteen years old I lost a cat named Digger (“Diggy” for short). This beautiful “lady of fur and razor blades” was my constant companion for more than seven years. She was also my first partner when it came to working magick of any kind—curling up before the altar, sitting in my lap during tarot and rune readings, blessing the candles by rubbing her face and tail over the wicks. She helped to raise quite a bit of power with her tiger’s purr!

When she passed away, nothing seemed to feel right. I would cast circle for ritual and there would be a “dead” spot right in front of the altar stone in my ritual room. I felt that after she passed on, she wasn’t hanging around to keep me company. I couldn’t sense her anywhere.

One night during a thunderstorm I couldn’t sleep. I realized I hadn’t said good-bye to Diggy or told her all I needed to. I got up and went into the ritual room and cast circle. I entered, sat down, and had a good long cry. I talked to Diggy and told her how much I missed her and loved her still.

Well, after that good cry I heard her “meow,” and I looked up. She sat in front of me, swishing her tail. I felt her step into my lap and lie down and curl her face into her paws and begin to purr. I couldn’t touch her but I saw her and felt her. I know that this was her way of telling me not to worry about her, that she was doing well where she was now. In addition, I could tell that she dined on “salmon croquets and cream” whenever she chose.

The storm passed while I sat and held her. And when she had to leave, I let her, knowing she still loved me and missed me, too.