I woke up last night to the sound of the floor creaking from what seemed like cat footsteps. Assuming it was Ella, Daisy, or Daphne, I picked up my cell phone and shined the light in the direction of the noise. It sounded from the direction of the t.v. Immediately my heart started racing when I CLEARLY saw Reba (my recently deceased cat) sitting about`face staring at me. She had her back straight and she stared intently into my eyes. A very serious/grave stare, illuminated by the light of the very dim cell phone screen. I knew immediately what i saw. I almost jumped from the surprise. My heart broke seeing how she looked very emaciated from what she had been in life. I was so shocked...but then the light timed out and the room went dark. Hurriedly i slicked the light back on, getting up out of bed and straining to get closer... this time the image of her faded away and it became my ugg boot. I can grasp how i could have made that mistake since a sand colored ugg boot would be silimar in size and shape to an orange tabby. Still, I SAW Reba BEFORE she was an ugg boot. It was just maddeningly scary and sad at the same time. I miss her so much. Yet seeing her last night did not give me any comfort. I always imagined i'd wake up to a ghost cat silently treading on my stomach while i am half asleep or something. I still miss her. I miss her cuddling and her sweetness- the comfort and adoration in her posture whenever she was snuggled with me. She loved me.