The following report was sent into our website by Pim on April 28, 2012:
“I was thirteen at the time, and I was just visiting my dad, because my parents are divorced. I remember I was going to Windsor with my sister and my father to see my aunt, uncle and cousin. I was sleeping over at my dad’s in Barrie because we were going to take a train down to Windsor. It was about 3:45am when this occurs. Mind you, my fathers house is about 50 years old, placed by a very busy road. Anyways, it was arround 3:45 am, and I felt something at my feet. I look down, only to see a black cat. It looked scrawny, very thin.
It’s eyes we’re glowing green, like normal. I pet it. And it curled up in my crossed legs. Soon enough I was sleeping, soothed by the warmth of the cat. I was woken upon the noise of my dad taking a shower at 4:00 am. I looked down, and the cat wasn’t there. So It didn’t worry me until I asked my dad why the cat was so thin. Was it a kitten? I asked.
My dad said what are you talking about?! I said I saw a cat. He looked puzzled, “PIM WE DON’T HAVE A CAT!” I was terrified. But every time I see that cat at my dad’s when he’s not around, I feed it. Just to give my dad proof. But every time I feed it and my dad comes home, the food, and the bowl is gone, put back in place when I go back.
So, I went there about a month ago, and the ghost cat seemed very upset. I followed her into my childhood bedroom and she started scratching at the wall, behind a picture that I put there. I had a stirring feeling that I needed to get into that wall! I tool my plaque that I had and threw it at the wall many times untill the wall cracked. I peeled back the debris and found a mother and 13 cats, all blonde except one. Black.”