Moonlight Lives On
When my brother and I were little, there was a stray calico cat we’d always see around the neighborhood. She eventually had kittens by a Manx cat, apparently, because one of the kittens was a Manx. My brother and I would go out to the woods to play with them, and we gave them all names.
We totally would have taken them in, but our parents were allergic. We named my brother’s favorite kitten Milo. It was an orange tabby. My favorite kitten was a black cat I named Moonlight. The litter grew up and started roaming everywhere, but Milo and Moonlight stayed in our woods the longest.
One night, I dreamed that Moonlight approached me and thanked me for our kindness and goodwill. Moonlight said that her daughters and granddaughters would know that our area was a safe place and that as long as we lived here they would return.
I’m 27 now, still living in the same house—and it’s true. I’ve seen multiple black cats grow up around our area. It’s never a group of them, always one at a time, but we can tell when they are the next generation. Story credit: Reddit / (CeadMileSlan)