Mikey the Spirit Guide?

I don’t know if you remember, but last September I wrote a blog called “The Cat” which was about a cat showing up out of nowhere on the day we had a memorial get-together for the son I had lost in February — a cat we call Mikey.

The second time was at Thanksgiving (The Cat Part 2). He also showed up on Christmas morning, but I didn’t write about that visit. 

This morning my husband left to go deer hunting for a few days with my other son, and guess who was sitting on the steps going up to our deck.

Mikey.

As I’ve said before, I don’t know whose cat this is. Every now and then I see him wandering through the grass around our garage/barn, but he’s usually so far away we can’t connect.

But there the kitty was this morning. I didn’t see him — he wasn’t there for me. He was there for my husband, watching him pack, waiting to go off to the North Woods. Just like Mikey used to.

He was calm and alert, sitting on the step, as if to say, “Hey! Let’s go!”

I have said a thousand times I don’t believe in signals from another world. I’m not even sure I believe in God. Not after taking my son.

But every now and then something spiritual takes place, and I start to believe.

Thanks for letting me know everything is okay, Mikey.

I’m hanging in there, too.