I have a story to tell you. But before I do, I need to backtrack…

About 6 months ago, I had a really sick kitty arrive here. Sinclair was the victim of malnutrition and he would get soooo stressed out at the littlest thing. I put him upstairs in the sick room, took my small portable CD player and I would play the CD Harp of Hope to help calm him down. It did almost immediately. As he started to improve a bit, I noticed he was watching me every time I would turn the player on. I had it put between a shelf and the cage where he spent most of his time. The cage door was open so he could come and go as he pleased. Soon, he was walking over the top of this CD player to turn it on and to play it! A feat in itself because the buttons are far enough apart that it really isn’t possible. But he seemed to sense when he was getting upset and took to turning this on for himself! I forgot to say he was pure Siamese 6 months old.

Sadly, he lost the fight to live and when he died, I laid him in the forest. There was snow on the ground (unheard of here in Oregon this time of year) So I just gave him back to nature. More kittens and cats were arriving, and life does go on.

Then Whisper arrived and it was clear from the start that there was something really wrong with her. I put her into the sick room and started tending to her. Took her to the vet where they tried to help but told me her kidneys were declining (she was less than a year old!) I would play the CD and it would calm her and she would only growl slightly when I assist-fed her. I would only play the CD once in the morning and once at night keeping in mind how the gal who made the CD shared with me about not “flooding the earways.”

OK, here is where it gets strange. Whisper was getting weaker, so I put her in the cage and shut her in. One morning while getting ready of the day in the bathroom downstairs, I heard the CD playing! I went upstairs, found her still in her cage- the CD going-the door was locked there was no other person or cat in the room. I was puzzled as I hadn’t gone up there that day- but it was going. I knew Mike hadn’t been upstairs due to his health issues, he can’t climb stairs anymore. I thought it was a fluke.

But it kept happening- it has happened four times and always right before Whisper would go into crisis. It started to play the day she died in my arms- she went quickly and was gone in just a few hours.

I now have another sick kitty upstairs- McGee and this morning, once again- I woke up to the sounds of harp music! I don’t know whether to be seriously creeped out- or feel blessed that perhaps Sinclair is now the manager of the music and knows when kitties need your music! My friend Dusty the only one who I have had the nerve to share this with until now says I have a ghost!

I don’t know, but what I do know is that I moved both McGee and the player downstairs this morning. Went in to start breakfast (no I did not turn the player on) When I went into the room to check on him, the player was once again playing softly in the background!

I just don’t know what to make of this- I am not a believer in ghosts, although I have had in the past two kitties return to say goodbye. You can read those stories in a book called Ghost Cats. That is not my book, just one I contributed my experiences to. I know these cats live on in heaven. But I think in this case, one has returned and he is Keeper of the Music