True Halloween Story


So I live out in the country and always have a small herd of cats. Of course I’m a responsible pet owner and I spay and neuter. Occasionally I take in a stray.  Sometimes the family will donate one to me when life circumstances dictate they need to move and can’t take their cat with them.

This is how a black cat called Ichabod came to live with us. My cats are all outdoor kitties. I provide them with a warm well house during the winter and plenty of feed. In return they keep my property mouse free. Ichabod was quite friendly, but he missed his two boys and having the luxury of being a house kitty when he wanted to. Eventually he adapted. His favorite place to sleep during the day and survey his kingdom was on top of our hay storage, under the metal lean-to cover. When ever I was working around the place I could feel his golden eyes watching me.

For over a year he has roamed and hunted until one afternoon I noticed the black form on the top of the hay had not moved all day. I knew. Just knew it wasn’t good. My husband hauled out a ladder and after climbing up to the tallest stack, confirmed my fears.

We buried him, and called the grandsons. They were quite upset, as expected. It broke my heart.

This morning as I went out to do the chores, my breath was a little puff cloud in the frigid air, and I remembered it was Halloween. Two steps later I stumbled over a black cat that seemed very happy to see me. We quite often get people who dump cats off, hoping we will care for their castoffs. I was surprised as this cat was full grown. He meowed and I shook my head. “No way. It sounds just like Ichabod. But it can’t be.”  Within minutes, my stunned mind finally realized, it was, indeed, the mourned and buried Ichabod!

He had been gone for over two weeks and was very hungry. I know it sounds creepy, but I was so freaked out I took a shovel and checked the grave plot. Yup, still a dead cat in it, but whose cat did I bury?!?!

At this time, we are thankful to have Ichabod alive and well. We have figured out that one of the strays in the area must have curled up in the sun and died in its sleep.

But just in case, if any of you are missing your black cat, I may have an idea where it is…….

13 thoughts on “True Halloween Story”

  1. That’s a true scary Halloween story if I ever heard one.

    When I hear the phrase “herd of cats,” my twisted brain thinks of two things. One, training them all to lay on top of your bed as you sleep and thus creating the warmest and most luxurious comforter on the planet (that rises in unison at 4:30 AM to knead your face with it’s claws until you drag yourself over to a can opener) and two….

    1. That is quite a visual! Since I live in Wyoming and have been on many cattle round-ups, I have a much different visual when I think ‘herd of cats’. It involves a frantic horse, and a sea of hissing, scratching, misbehaving felines! LOL Thanks for stopping by!

  2. You and I have a lot in common in the cat department, my three cats are strays also, but they’re indoor cats. But I do feed an outside stray. Trying to get her to come inside. My dog Titan was a shelter dog also. Have a great day.

    1. I admire your tender heart! I wish more people would take in a shelter animal before starting with a little puppy and it ending up in a shelter. I, unfortunately, don’t have to go to a shelter. I’m that ‘home in the country’ many people think is a good place to drop off their animals. I would rather they take them to a shelter, so they don’t get slaughtered on the road in front of my house. So keep on rescuing those little furry souls! Thank you for stopping by!

  3. I have always had black cats, by accident not design. In fact, they have always been a pair, brother and sister, a black male and a tabby… now that’s a freaky halloween coincidence! Anyway, I was just going to say that once, after I had moved house (and countries, in fact) my tabby female, Kimba, went missing. She was gone 6 weeks. I thought for sure I’d never see her again. Then one night, I heard a faint mew at the back day, and thought ‘That sounds like Kimba!’. I thought I’d imagined it through longing and sadness. But when I went to check, there she was, thin, but well, winding herself happily about my ankles. I have no idea where she went, or why, but was so glad to have her back. Incidentally, my mother lives much of her life on a Greek island, where she also has adopted a whole army of waif and stray moggies.

    1. More tender hearts! You and Kimba sound like you are close! So glad she came back to you. I have often wonder where they wander to, what keeps them so long. Such independent little souls they are! Glad that your mother has a little army to keep her company! Thanks for the sweet story.

      1. Thanks Robynn! Unfortunately Kimba passed on quite a few years ago. I was in hospital with my little girl at the time. My husband and sons found her and rushed her to the vet but she died by the time they got there. He had to phone me in the hospital and tell me. I had had her since she was a kitten. I broke my heart, especially that I couldnt be with her at the end. My daughter was one at the time. We were still discovering the extent of her disabilities. Her syndrome had not been diagnosed at that time. But my poor moggies had been pushed into the background as we struggled to cope. I hope she died knowing she was loved, even though she had so little attention in that year. I still feel sadness and regret when I think of it now, 8 years later.

  4. I can understand why you would still feel sad. That would be hard. They are little furry friends and become part of the family as well. My heart understands. I know Kimba knows you loved her. I will keep you and your family in my thoughts and prayers.