My RB Velvet used to come visit me a lot right after he passed. He was a huge cat. Bigger than my Sammy except Velvet was a cuddler. He would sleep on my legs. So after he would get comfortable, there was no moving with a 26 lb cat on you.

Well, after he died, I would still feel his weight on my legs. I would see the chair that he normally sat in dip as if his fat butt was just sitting down.

Payton still comes around quite often. I'll sometimes see a little balled up piece of paper fly across the floor like when he used to play cat hockey. Sometimes I still wad up paper for him in case he decides to come play with us. Every know and then we'll see the drapes move or something will miraculously fall off one of the shelves. My hubby will say, "Payton's here!"

I had a dog that used to come visit me too. Her name was Samantha. She was only 10 months old when she started having violent non-stop seizures. They couldn't be controlled so we had her PTS. While she was seizing, her tags on her collar would jingle like crazy. She was even hospitalized and put into a medication induced coma to try and get her to stop seizing. While she was there, they tried to get her to eat but she couldn't control her head so the food got everywhere. They gave her a bath and put some perfume on her because she poo pood everywhere too. That perfume was strong.

Well after she was PTS, we still heard the jingling of her collar, and would get whiffs (sp?) of that perfume.