Last Thursday evening, right around dinner time, Mr. W, myself and our daughter were sitting around the kitchen island. My daughter and I were facing Mr. W with our backs to the doorway, but from where he was sitting, Mr. W had a view straight through the dining room and into the living room. He was looking past us and had an odd look on his face.
"Did we get a cat?" he asked.
"I just saw a cat walk through the living room." He held up his arm, then. "Look, I've got goosebumps."
If any cat were going to visit us "from beyond", I assumed it would be our beloved caramel colored puff ball who passed away a year ago at the ripe old age of 21, so I asked, "Was it Chester?"
"No. This cat was much lighter. It may have been white," he said.
We took a quick look but found nothing. The visiting cat had vanished into thin air.
The next day, I had forgotten all about it until I noticed my daughter's hand held game charging on the ottoman. She had set it there because it's close to an electrical outlet. As I picked it up to unplug it, I saw something in bold contrast to the brown leather. A single white hair, curved, about three inches long. A cat hair. I'm not kidding.
I tried to come up with a rational explanation for the appearance of the hair. I thought maybe it wasn't a cat hair at all, but a human hair. However, that seems highly unlikely. While Mr. W and I both have a little gray coming in, his hair is much too short and my hair is much too long to match the hair on the ottoman. The kids don't have white hair and we no longer have any pets. We don't have anything with fur on it except the hood of my daughter's coat. Even then, it's fake fur, and much shorter and darker than the hair I found. Above all, after having cats for more than 20 years, I know a cat hair when I see one.