I've long been a cat person, and currently enjoy the company of three adorable felines in the home I share with my sister. Their names are Chelsea, Smooch, and Zoot; all are female and have been spayed.
Perhaps the most interesting cat story I could share would be in relating the one time I've seen a ghost--the ghost of my cat. It happened in the same house in which I now live, about six or seven years ago. One of our cats, a spayed female named Segunda, had grown old (about fourteen years) and feeble; she had developed sores in her mouth, and could not eat solid food. In fact, she was beginning to waste away. My sister recognized that the quality of our cat's life had become terribly poor, and that the humane thing to do was to take Segunda to the vet to be medically killed. For many, many years I had been against medical killing of pets, but witnessing this poor cat slowly die changed my mind. So my sister took Segunda in one day for the doctor to administer a quick, humane death to her, and afterwards we had her remains cremated--her ashes still reside upon our mantelpiece.
Some time after Segunda's death, I began to see strange flashings of light in my peripheral vision. There would be a streak of light in the corner of my eye, and when I would turn in the light's direction, there would be nothing there. This went on for about two weeks. One night, at home in my living room, I experienced this same kind of flashing in my peripheral vision, and turning again in its direction, saw Segunda come running from the hall towards the area of the living room. She looked absolutely corporeal, just as she did when living. She stopped all of a sudden and looked directly at me with a curious expression in her eyes. And then, all of a sudden, just like that, she simply wasn't there anymore. It all happened so quickly that I didn't even have time to process what I was experiencing. But I felt I had just received vivid confirmation that life endures beyond the body's demise, and that Segunda's spirit was still somewhere in the mind and heart of God, continuing her journey, for parts now invisible to me.