Ernesto Bozzano, Professor - The parapsychological manifestations of animals – 44 The cat came back, it did not stay away
Type of Spiritual Experience
A conscience can work wonders.................
NOTES on this case by Professor Ernesto Bozzano
..........it is likely to be concluded that the ghost of the cat that appeared to the lady consisted of a "telepathic-spirit" manifestation, the agent of which was the animal that had been killed in recent hours.
A description of the experience
Professor Ernesto Bozzano - The parapsychological manifestations of animals - 130 cases proving animal mediumistic abilities
Case 125. - (Visual.) - It appeared in the Proceedings of the S.P.R., vol. X, page 127. Mrs. Gordon Jones tells us:
I have always had a great aversion to cats, an aversion I inherited from my father who could not suffer the presence of them. So I never tolerated them at home, until one day I was forced to do so by a mouse invasion. I got myself a cat whose fur was alternating grey-black stripes, but I didn't take care of it and I never allowed it to go up to the upper floor of the house.
One day, I was told that the cat was rabid and was asked for permission to kill it by drowning. I did not have the moral strength to go and check whether the information was trustworthy, and I granted permission without further ado. Shortly afterwards, I was told that the cook boy had drowned the cat in a boiler. As the animal had never been my favorite and not even my usual companion, I was indifferent to its disappearance.
On the evening of the very day the animal had been killed, I was alone in the dining room, immersed in reading, I am sure I was not thinking of cats or ghosts, when all of a sudden I had the impulse to look up at the side door. I saw, or I thought I saw, that the door opened slowly, letting in the cat that had been sacrificed in the morning! It was it, no doubt; but it looked thin and was completely wet and dripping with water. But the expression of the eyes was no longer the same, because it stared at me with human eyes so mournful that I was saddened by it.
For a long time, this stare remained engraved in my memory, like an obsession. I was so sure of what I was seeing, that I didn't doubt that I was in the presence of the real cat, who had escaped drowning. I rang the maid. As soon as she introduced herself, I told her: "There's the cat, take it away". It seemed impossible to me that the servant could not see it, because I saw it as clear and solid as the table or chairs.
But the maid looked at me, frightened, replying: "- Ma'am, I was there when William carried the dead cat into the garden to bury it."
"But it is there," I added, "don't you see it by the door?"
The maid couldn't see anything: and soon after the cat started to become transparent and slowly disappeared, so that I didn't see anything either.