Cat Lady in the House

Hi there! I'm thrilled to be the newest Beachwalk Press author contributing to the Spicin' It Up Blog. I write sensual contemporary stories. This past year, Beachwalk published Sunny's Second Chance and Sunny's Hope, and coming right up I'll be part of the Psychic Seductions anthology with my story A Hint of Heaven. I am an unapologetic cat lady, and I include a cat in every story I write. Sunny owned Mr. Trix, and Muffin starred in a special way in A Hint of Heaven. In real life, I cannot imagine not having at least one feline in the house, and currently we have four. That works for us, since we live in the boonies, and our pets get to spend hours of perfect cat enjoyment hunting in the neighboring fields. Today, I thought you might like to meet my cat crew. Shadow and Doshia are brother and sister. They were born in our garage fourteen years ago when a feral mom cat took up temporary residence and then went her way.

Frisco and Maggie are just a year old. Also the offspring of a feral mother, they were given to us by friends who found four kittens in their garage as well.

Thanks for stopping to see my babies. I'd love to hear about your pets too. Leave me comment, won't you? See you in two weeks! ~ Nola Cross "Small town...big love."

A strange incident

Because this is October, I thought I'd post about a couple of strange things that happened to me years ago.
Way back in time, when I used to live in Ohio with my husband and cat, this not-so-scary thing happened.
His name was Dipstick. (The cat, not my husband. Even though sometimes...) My husband picked out the name not because the cat was stupid but because he walked around with a little curve at the tip of his tail like a dipstick. My husband was his favorite human, yet he did tolerate me at times. Especially dinner time -- and at night. He loved sleeping in the bed cradled next to the small of my back. I liked having him there. That cat was a good pick-me-up when I was feeling down. He tolerated me at those times, letting me hug him until I felt better.
One night, after I'd turned off the light and settled on my side, I felt him jump up on the bed, walk toward me and settled down. I could feel the slight pressure of his body against me. But, to my amazement, when I reached behind me to pet him, I touched only air.
Nothing.
Yet I could still feel him pressed against my back for a few seconds.
Then the feeling disappeared.
Strange?
Next Wednesday, I have an even stranger ghost story for you.
So what about you? Do you believe in ghosts?