Back in last September my aunt's cat had kittens.
Eventually when they were old enough, she allowed my sister
and myself to have one. We took a tiny orange and white
striped one and named it Simba.
For about two weeks we played endlessly with him. He was such an adorable little
ball of fuzz and so cute and sweet. Then, one morning I
woke up late and I had to rush to get ready for school. In
my hurry, I forgot to wake my younger sister, which I was
supposed to do. My mom, angry, came up the stairs and
threw my sister's door open. Sadly, Simba was crouched
behind the door and the door smacked into his tiny little
head, injuring his spinal cord and paralyzing him. My
sister and I had to rush off to school and we had to wait
until we arrived home to know the fate of our beloved
kitten. To our deep sorrow, he passed away shortly after
we left. There was nothing we could do for him.
Now, it is September 2004, one year since Simba has died.
I believe that he is a ghost for several reasons. One is
because of the door. The door that killed him bangs around
when it is closed and no one is in the room. Someone could
pass this off as simply wind through a window, but no, it
is not, for the windows are all shut. Another reason is
the lamps.
We have those lamps that you must touch to
change the setting or turn them on and off. The one in
that room where Simba died randomly goes through the
different light settings sometimes. On the bed in that
room, sometimes the sheets will be moved around as if a cat
had been lying there, even though the door was shut, so our
other cats couldn't have been in there. And lastly, the
air rushing around our legs. Simba used to wind around our
legs as we walked and now there are gusts of air doing this
too.
I think Simba was simply a kitten who died before he was
ready and now he has come back to us from the beyond to
finish his stay- alive or not. I do not fear him, though,
he was a wonderful pet.
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