Almost a month ago, I wrote about our beloved cat, Mr. Baxter, dying, in the "I Need a Hug" section. At the time, we told him that he could come back to the house and stay with us forever.
Last Tuesday, my sister told me that she saw him. Just his face, and then it faded away. I mentioned that I would like to see him also.
Starting that night, the TV in the spare bedroom (which I am the only one to use) started turning itself on. Constantly. Wednesday night, my sister turned it off 5 times before I got home. She told me about it, and said she thought that was Baxter's way of contacting me.
Thursday night, I came out of the bathroom, and from about 15 feet away, I could see the TV was on. I said, "Hi, honey! Let's go to sleep now." The TV turned itself off.
My sister has seen him about four times now (she says it is getting stronger), and the TV will turn itself on when I walk past the room. It usually turns itself off once I greet him, although this morning, I had to physically turn it off.