From a flat in a home built around 1901.  It’s located in the north London suburbs, England:

I share my flat with a live cat and a ghost cat — the ghost was there when I moved in and would walk across my bed with little cat feet as soon as the light went out, and then lie against my back.

A bit freaky at first, but I soon got used to it, and my downstairs neighbour said it was probably the ghost of her cat, as she’d had similar experiences.

When I got my live cat, she obviously saw the ghost cat right away (which I hadn’t, at that point) and would run around and play with it.

In the last year I’ve seen ghost cat twice, once on the end of my bed, and once on the pillow right beside me, both times washing herself just like any other cat.  She’s just visible in pitch darkness as a faint outline, and I can see through her.

I’ve always loved cats, and I’ve told her both mentally and verbally that she’s very welcome in my home.

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