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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 6:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 11:23 am
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Kita_Mizukage I had a black cat name Sheela and she always use to open the door in my room, cuz i had it cracked so hat lil light comes in, and I would sit up and smile at her as I pet my bed for her to jump up. She died becuz this mean man shot at her for bein near his car. I curse him everynight. I have another kitty name whiskers but he dont come in my room. So everytime at night around 8:00, which was my old bedtime when i was lil. The door will open slightly enough for her to slip in. And even tho she isnt there I patmy bed and say "Come here Sheela" and i see lil dent where paws look like it stepped on my comforter. I dont freak out no more since it happens alot, but after I feel she's gone I sit there and cry. cry I try to tell my parents but they said I was bein stupid and need to knock it off cry Oh how our little minds freak when something out of the norm happens. Your parents think it's not real because it's not something you normaly see. Don't let them get you down ok? They just don't understand what is happening. If it happened to them they'd probably be scared stiff, even scream. They aren't open to the paranormal. Not to sound rude or be mean but its a lack of imagination that has caused them to be so dead centered on the real. It's something to do with the size of the brain. They don't have the capacity to accept new things. Though incorrect the saying "You can't teach an old dog new tricks." applys to them.
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xXSabrina_Alexinia_BerkXx
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 8:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 8:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 11:06 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 1:26 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 9:08 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 10:52 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 8:53 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 12:38 pm
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My cat Cyn had a litter of two, Nibbles and Ash. Unfortunately Ash was.......built wrong. His ribs felt misplaced, and wouldn't eat. So I force-fed him. We took him to the vet when he was 6 weeks, but the vet thought he was half his age, he didn't really grow. Then my mom took him to a "witch" to save him. I couldn't come. My mom brought back one of my step-dad's T-Shirt, in a bundle, crying, and smiling. I opened the bundle to see Ash dead. He's buried with that same Tee, in our yard. when he was alive, Cyn would bring the kittens onto my bed to sleep with us. Almost every night I still feel Ash by my arm. Once I called "Cyn come get Ash!", then realized oh yeah he's gone. Once I even said "Mom scold Cyn, she brought Ash in my bed again!" Now I utter a simple "Night Ash." When I go to sleep.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 3:24 pm
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