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I have a rescue cat.She was rescued from the incinerator of a poorly managed pet store where she had been purchased as a “cute kitten” among many others. Customers came and went. The “cute kittens” were manhandled beyond their tolerance. When another child came near they hissed or tried to hide in the corner. They didn’t want to be pet and pushed and picked up and had their tails and ears pulled one more time. And like people, cats can develop anxiety and fear and anger. Lindy, my cat, was never purchased as a kitten. When she got too big and too anxious and unfriendly it was decided she was unsellable. She had to go. Before they gave her the needle a rescue organization swept her up along with some other cats and tried to get them to live together in the house of a crazy cat lady. Lindy, my cat, hid whenever possible. When she had to eat she would slink out and try to be anonymous. But as soon as the other cats saw her, they attacked. They knew Lindy was the weak one. Lindy would not be allowed to eat. While they got bigger, Lindy got smaller and weaker. Even the do-gooders and the rescuers know when enough is enough. Lindy’s days were numbered. She was a scared, hungry, tiny cat who would not or could not socialize. She had been manhandled so much that she couldn’t stand to be pet, and yet she craved attention. She was completely conflicted and unable to be loved because she feared it. Cat’s can’t know when your “intentions” are good. They only remember the bad things that happened and by instinct their first choice is to hide or fight.Lindy’s face was put on Facebook in a last-ditch appeal to find someone to take her before she once again faced the needle and the incinerator. Three months earlier my beloved Wizard died after 15 years of love, attention and understanding. I rescued Wizard as a kitten from a elderly neighbor whose cat had somehow copulated at every heat to the point where he had 47 cats he couldn’t control or feed. Wizard was starving to death when I snatched her up and saved her. She came to love me so much that when I went to sleep at night she would stretch out alongside my body, put her arm around my neck and purr herself to sleep. She feared nothing. But cats die after fifteen years or so and she was buried outside in the back yard. Even the vet cried with me and I felt like a loser being a 50-something year old man shedding tears for a fucking cat in front of the vet and the nurse at an animal hospital. What a ‘man’ I presented that day. But I put her in the hole I dug, pet her cold body one more time, covered her with a towel and scooped the earth on top of her. She was really gone. I wasn’t going to go through that again, not for a long, long time.Until I saw Lindy’s face on Facebook, heading for Doggie Dachau where she would be put asleep forever and my heart broke. She was no longer a kitten at two years old. She would not love me the way Wizard did, but I was alone and she deserved to live, even if it meant living under the bed. It gets lonely living alone and even a stupid cat, living under the bed and sticking her terrified head out every now and then is better than nothing. I picked up the phone.The people who provided me the cat were insane. They were do-gooders and crazy cat ladies who fed feral cats through a network of other crazy cat people. Their homes reek of cat piss. The cats lounge in the window waiting for the next meal or the next beating. Some of them have been rescued from the worst abuse. Sometimes, too much love from crazy cat ladies is also abuse. I put the screaming cat in a carrier and took her to my car. She wet herself in terror.When I got her home I opened the carrier and she came out, confused, shaking, wet with her own piss. She looked for someplace to hide. When I went to her, she spit and lashed out. I decided to ignore her. She ran under the bed. A day went by. Then two. Then three. I knew she came out because the food was gone in the morning. Other than that, she was invisible. I talked to the unseen cat. I watched her under the bed on my belly while she looked back, waiting for me to strike out at her backed into the corner. I gave her treats. Mostly I ignored her. One day I found her sleeping on the warm spot on the bed where the sun strikes it. When she saw me come in, she jumped up and ran under the bed to hide from me, afraid I would beat her or pull her or something.But even a cat needs some kind of social stimulation. No animal wants to live alone. The risks were all hers. And one morning I woke up and she was sleeping on my legs, curled up, head tucked under her paw. As long as I was asleep and helpless she could trust me. Over time she came up closer and closer to my head where she would curl up and purr, and drool all over my face and then fall asleep. But only at night and only in the dark.After six months she decided she could ask for food when she was hungry. She still hid under the bed most of the time but now, when I woke up she would talk to me and demand some food. And when she didn’t like the food she would look up at me as if I beat her and walk away, back under the bed to hide. I couldn’t believe I was shopping for a variety of foods for a goddam cat. When I was a child we put the dry food down and if the cat didn’t like it, he went hungry and we never gave it a second thought. Now, Little Lord Fauntleroy was getting special foods of all types until I found the one she would actually eat. Goddam it, I was becoming a crazy cat lady. Fortunately, I found the right food quickly. Now in the morning the cat pats my face to wake me up and when I do she meows at me long and loud. “Where’s my food, goddamit” she’s saying. It’s useless to roll over. I get up and feed her. Then I make tea and sit in my easy chair and read Quora and when she’s done eating and grooming herself in a spot where I can see her, she leaps up on the arm of my chair and lies down like a lion where she can see the approaching danger. If I pet her too many times she jumps down and hides under the bed where I can see her eyes looking at me accusingly.But now, 18 months later, she comes to me, then runs away in fear, then comes back and meows, and runs under the bed, then runs back to me and rubs herself on my legs, then runs behind the couch, afraid I might beat her, then she runs to me and throws herself on her side, puts her legs up and wants her belly scratched. For me, its the ultimate compliment. She is scared of me still, and yet she is risking death to get her belly scratched. She drools on my face at night while I sleep.And when the day came when I dared to put on her collar with its important ID information she looked at my with questioning in her eyes. “Why did you do this to me,” she said, “I trusted you.” And then she ran back under the bed with her bell tinkling around her neck and I didn’t see her for three days. She no longer trusted me.Eventually she decided she could not get the collar off but she hated it. She hated it so much that she came to me and convinced me to scratch her neck under the collar. She would risk death to get that scratch. I was the evil monster who put the collar on her but she had to have someone do it and I was the only one around. So she sits on the arm of my chair and looks regal while I scratch under her collar and then she rolls over to get her belly scratched, forgetting the arm of the chair is only eight inches wide and then falls off onto the floor where she looks around, alarmed, and then under the bed again she goes, to stare out at the inimical world of danger where a stuffed animal might get her or a bird in the window is her enemy.I have often seen funny cat Superman outfits for cats, or matching sweater sets or whatever. I would never try to put them on Lindy. She would fight them and hide, or if I were successful, she would slink around and look at me with hurt on her face - what did she do to deserve this punishment from the only person who feeds her? No, I wouldn’t put outfits on my cat. It’s taken 18 months to get her to trust me enough that she just lies in the warm spot in the window and meows at me for attention. I can’t risk losing all that for a stupid photo op of a terrified cat in a bikini.

(Are you scared of dolls? )This incident is the reason , I started experiencing sleep paralysis.So this happened when I was in 6th standard.Back then I used to live with my maternal grandparents and my mother.It was Sunday. My grandparents were out of town. So I was alone with my mother.It was a cloudy day. Mamma had to go to the grocery store.I wanted to accompany her but she insisted me to stay home and study.ಠ︵ಠSo I had no other choice, I had to stay home and watch tv. ((◠‿◕) ofc I was not gonna study.)As Mamma left, I quickly switched on the tv. I started changing channels and I stopped at a local channel.It was an English movie but the name was not displayed. I could sense it was a horror movie. Bingo! (✿^‿^)(I have always been a fan of horror movies so I was good to go.)So the movie was like this:-Scene -It was night-time , there was a girl sitting on her bed playing with her doll. She was combing her doll's hair.No, the doll didn't look creepy like Annabelle.Trust me when I say this that the doll was beautiful.(It looked something like this)As the girl was playing her mother came.Mother: Sweetie, why aren't u sleeping? It's already late.(Let's name them.)Girl's name - SarahAnd her mother's name - ChristineSarah: Mommy I don't feel like sleeping now.Christine: Come on Sweetie, you have your school tomorrow.Sarah: Will you read me that book?Christine sat on the bed and started reading the storybook.After some time Sarah was asleep. Christine went downstairs to her room. She was closing all the windows as it was raining heavily. While Christine was sleeping she was wakened by Sarah's voice. Sarah was calling her.She went to her room.Christine: What is it, baby? It's 2:30 why are you still awake?Sarah(holding her doll tightly): Mommy there is someone here.Christine turned the lights on and sat by her.Christine: Honey what are you saying? It's just you and me here.Sarah: No, someone is there under the bed.Christine started laughing.Christine: Okay, mommy will have a look.Saying this she bent a bit and looked under the bed.The next moment what she saw made her terrified.There was an exact look-alike of Sarah under the bed.Christine was so startled she couldn't move a nerve.Sarah (the one who was under the bed): Mommy there is someone on the bed.Sarah (the one sitting on the bed): Mommy who is she?Sarah(who was under the bed): Mommy it's me, Sarah, don't listen to her.Sarah(the one sitting on the bed): No, she is lying.Christine was so scared and confused that she was trembling with fear.Christine: What kind of joke is this, God tell me I am dreaming.At that very instant, there was a heavy thundering and power went off.Christine: No this can't be happening.As it was dark, Christine turned on the flashlight.Sarah(the one sitting on the bed): I don't like her. This house is scary. I need to go, Mommy, I need to go.Before Christine could react much Sarah got up ran to the window holding her doll.Christine: Wait what are you doing?Sarah: Goodbye MommySaying this Sarah jumped out of that window.Christine screamed: SaraaahhhAs Christine got up from the bed in a rush, she strumbled upon something and fell down.And as she looked at it, she was shivering with fear. There was the same doll lying on the floor, holding which Sarah jumped earlier.The lights were back.Christine now looked under the bed, the look-alike of Sarah was gone.She was there in the room alone with that doll.Christine(cried out): No, my babyJust then she noticed that something was moving.As she turned, she saw the doll stood up and started walking.She was horrified and started screaming.The lights started flickering and it was dark again.She ran to the bed and started searching for the flashlight.Just then the bed started quivering and the intensity kept increasing.Christine started shouting for help.And the doll was walking towards herThat's it.I switched off the tv.That's all my small heart could handle.( ･ั﹏･ั)Really the movie was scary.I went back to my room. It was raining outside so I was sure Mamma will be late.I grabbed a cream bun and started reading my storybook.Half an hour later as I was reading I sensed something. It was as if I could feel the vibration of something.Of course, I didn't forget about that movie so I was a bit scared. And this vibration thing didn't exactly help.Somehow I gathered up the courage and assured myself that I was just overthinking and that there is nothing wrong.But the intensity of that vibration kept increasing.And then I started to lose my courage.My bed was positioned in a way that it faced the mirror.Something like this (ofc the mirror wasn't that big as in this picture)And now as I looked at the mirror, I could clearly see that my bed was moving.And then I looked at my teddy bears and doll which were kept on top of the bookshelf, they were vibrating too.And on top of that, there was heavy thundering and lightning outside.Following which there was a power cut.I panicked.And then my mind started summing up everything from the very start.Me reading storybook as SarahThundering and lightningThat strange vibrationAnd my teddy bears and doll they were also vibratingAnd now powercutAnd by now I could see that everything was slowly vibrating or moving, my bed, my books, my water bottle, all my stuff on the dressing table.I was frozen. Tears were beginning to blur my vision.I could hear that the landline was continuously ringing.But I didn't have the courage to get up from the bed, what if there was something under the bed.All these things happened in a few seconds .But those few seconds felt like an eternity.I wanted to get up from the bed and run, but the thought that what if something under the bed grabs my feet, kept haunting me.In my mind, there was a single thought - “So Ghosts do exist.”.Things were still vibrating.I couldn't take it anymore. I closed my eyes and started praying to God.I wish mamma didn't leave me alone.Why did I watch that stupid movieAnd then I heard a person scream “Arey its earthquake, its earthquake, everyone get out, get out, Don't use the lift”Those words, I swear to God were the best thing I ever heard in my entire life.Without thinking any further, I ran to the hall and opened the door and dashed down the stairs.I could see everyone coming out of their houses.We all gathered in the parking area. Till then the intensity of the earthquake had decreased.I saw my Mamma from a distance, she came running towards me. I was relieved.Mamma: Why the hell weren't you picking up the call?😡 Do you even know how much scared I was! I came running all the way.Me: I was sleeping🥺. ( Yes I lied , ofc I didn't want to tell her that very moment all those terrific things I experienced that evening.)Mamma : How careless of you , 🤨From next time be ready , I will never do this mistake of leaving you alone at home.Me : SureMe (in my mind -🙂 next time even if you order me to stay alone , I won't )Everyone around me were worried and tensed because of the earthquake.There was only a single person who was happy and that was me.I was like 😌 ‘Thank God it's just an earthquake'.I was smiling thinking how stupid I was, I almost accepted the fact that ghost do exist.Rashi was my best friend , who lived nextdoor.(PS - we always fought like animals 😆)Rashi : Whats wrong with you? Why are you smiling?😑Bro it's an earthquake , we all could have died.Me: Thats the thing , 😐it's just an earthquake , if it would have been anything else I would have surely died.Rashi: Aunty why don't you take her to the mental assylum , 😂she really needs help.Me: haha very funny😏Rashi: If you want I can drop you there myself.☺️Me : Oo really! But don't do that. If you go there with me to drop me , after seeing you the authorities over there will recognise you as you ran away from there last year.😂🤣 So they will catch you again.Mamma: Will you both just shut up!😑Me and Rashi : Nooo😬😬That day was full of coincidences.That was the first and the last time I ever experienced an earthquake, till now.Later that night , I told Mamma everything.After which she said - “This is how God punishes the people who lie to their mother.”🤦🏻‍♀️🌝That night I slept with my mother.This event was so traumatic that I still don't like being home alone at night.After one week of this event , I had my first sleep paralysis.I still experience sleep paralysis , a bit strange one in which sometimes the dream continues. But now I am used to it.So no worries.I tried searching for that movie many a times , but as I didn't knew its name , I couldn't find it.All the events of that evening are still fresh in my memory.11/9/2011Image source - GoogleSigning offApeksha( ◜‿◝ )♡

When I met my husband nine years ago, he had a dog named Aries. He and I went for lunch for our first date, and on our second date he came over and brought Aries with him. Right from the very beginning they were a package deal.We hadn’t been dating very long when I moved in with him. Oh my god was he a bachelor. A mountain of newspapers to be recycled in the kitchen; a fridge stuffed full of nothing but condiments; he had six couches and four mattresses and about 17 end tables.He also had Aries, who had the run of the house.In no uncertain terms when I moved in I became the alpha dog. I threw out all his possessions and laid down the law with the dog. No more sleeping in the bed, no more getting on the furniture, certainly no more laying at our feet when we ate.She took it all in stride, more so than he did, that’s for sure. To me she was a dog but to him, she was people.God she was a good dog. I mean, she was his dog but man was I attached to her. I used to say that I was the Alpha Dog and my husband was her puppy.If hubby was cooking in the kitchen and he dropped something on the floor she would damn near snap his legs in half trying to get to whatever it was. But if I was cooking and dropped something, she would look at the food, look at me, look at the food, look at me until I gestured that it was fine for her to come and get it.When she was around 11 she started to lose her hearing. My husband worked all the time so she and I spent more and more time together. I started to use hand signals with her more and more. I think my husband didn’t want to accept she was losing her hearing but I know it hurt him when she (inadvertently) ignored him.She responded so well to the hand signals she started to really watch and followed me around all the time. Then she started to kind of train me. It’s hard to explain but I just started to know what she wanted. Sometimes she would “herd” me to her bowl or the treat cupboard or to the back door. Other times she would just look at me a certain way or do some kind of gesture and I would know. We developed our own secret language.Her health really began to deteriorate when she was around 13. Her hips hurt all the time and we couldn’t walk as fast as we used to. She became less interested in her toys. She just wanted to be near one of us. We had both completely abandoned all my rules at this point. She was constantly on our laps and on the couch and in our bed.We used to call the toilet the “Aries petting chair” because any time either one of us sat down she was right there beside us with her head on our leg, waiting for pets and scratches.On her 14th birthday we bought her an amazing cake that was made from liver and beef, with cream cheese and mashed potato icing. It had a candle that was a wiener. It was amazing.Shortly after she just kind of let me know that she was done. It was something in the way she looked at me. For three years we had been basically communicating in this strange and affectionate and wordless way, and I knew what she was trying to say.It took my husband a lot longer to comprehend it, and he certainly didn’t want to hear it from me. He didn’t want to hear it from his family or mine, even though everyone said it was time.I took her to the vet and said I was not going to do any heroic measures with her but I wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. Palliative care so to speak. Poor Aries spent her last six months high as a kite.In the middle of June things became so bad for her that even my husband couldn’t deny it anymore. I was carrying her outside three times a day to go to the bathroom. She wouldn’t eat anything anymore unless I cooked her up some beef and rice. I had to hold the bowl for her to drink or eat. She started to have accidents in the house where she laid.I sat my husband down and said, “it’s time. She’s suffering. It’s time for us to take on that suffering so she can go in peace.” He agreed, and finally made the decision to book the appointment with the vet for that Friday.Our siblings all came by that week and lay on the floor with her and cried and said goodbye.On Thursday night my husband went to sleep with Aries at his side, although she was on a pillow on the floor because we didn’t want to risk accidents in the bed. She hadn’t walked in about four days.I couldn’t sleep so I went out to the living room and poured myself a whiskey and started to rewatch Game of Thrones because it’s the only show I loved enough that I wouldn’t think about what I had to do tomorrow.Around 2:00 am I heard her stir. She walked all the way from the bedroom to the living room and to the front door. I turned on the light and opened the front door. She walked down the stairs and had a pee on the front lawn. Then she started to take herself for a walk around the neighbourhood. When she got about a block from the house I was like “hey Aries you’re crippled and I’m a little drunk and one of us is going to get hurt here so let’s go home.” And I made the “come to me” gesture and she turned around, walked back into the house, lay down on her pillow and went to sleep.The following day, we took her to the park and gave her a big pile of cheeseburgers for lunch. She rallied again for about five minutes and walked around the park sniffing things. When she lay down after that she never walked again. Later we took her to Dairy Queen for a vanilla cone. Then we went home and laid in the yard on a blanket and cuddled for over an hour. We did all her favourite things and had the most beautiful day.At 3:00 pm the vet and her assistant arrived. By 3:20, Aries had crossed the rainbow bridge. They wrapped her in a beautiful soft blanket and my husband carried her to the vets car.Yes, you should be with your pet when they go. Aries made our family complete. We did everything for her, and she gave everything she had to us. I cannot imagine leaving those final, awful, amazing moments to someone else. I was there so I know it was peaceful and I know we gave her an incredible last day.I wish I could go like that to be honest. Full of cheeseburgers and ice cream and lying on a blanket in the dappled sunlight under the lilac tree in my yard, surrounded by the people I love the most.