68. The Cats Came Back
We had a kitten-producing cat when I was about six or seven years old. We knew it had kittens since it was pregnant for a while and then wasn’t. We had no idea where the kittens were, which was an issue. I was curious about it and looked right at the cat, thinking to myself, “Where are your kittens?” but without saying anything, if that makes sense.
My imagination immediately went to the location. Our cat could jump into it from pillars on the side of the porch through some damaged boards right above our porch. I just knew they were around. I dashed over there, mounted the stone pillar, and peered through the gap in the boards. The kittens were right in front of me. I’ve never experienced another event like it in my entire life.