It has come to my attention–and how could it not, really–that people are obsessed with cats these days. Other animals, too, but primarily cats.
So much so that moderns have gleefully pointed to Victorians as the arbiters of this trend. I say to you–that’s an automobile. Victorians did not have automobiles, primarily speaking, so this cat thing is still all your fault.
I’m willing to play along to a point–I will NEVER use lolcat nomenclature, but I AM willing to relay to the people of the ubiquitous internet that there are, in fact, ghost cats. All sorts of pets, actually. And here is how that works:
The first variety of ghost world pets are those conglomerations of slobbery/sinister energies that maintain their furry/well-groomed form from the alively world to the next. In other words, yes, your pet can become a ghost.
This is incredibly common amongst dogs. The going theory is that there’s something to be said for that protective inclination of dogs–that many of them stay on to protect their families or singular owners.
The benefit to this crossing-over of pets is, of course, that alively families maintain some sense of connection to the animals they’ve loved. Even I am not grumpy enough to deny the sweetness there.
The negative side to this crossing-over of pets is that they often, after a point, detach from families and wander about as ghost strays. Or they crossed over as strays in the first place. This means that the rescue shelters in ghost world are absolutely bursting at any given time with Fidos and Felines looking for homes. They are incredibly well treated–it’s much easier to care for a ghost dog than a real dog on account of the fact that…ghost. But they’re still not at home, you know?
So why aren’t ghosts adopting these sorts of pets?
Well, because there are also…
Energies turned Animal
There are loads upon heaps of energetic conglomerations rushing about through ghost world, behaving as they wont without much in the way of form. No one is quite sure where these come from–natural elements? disaggregated ancient humans? something in-between? But in any case, ghosts can basically scoop up one of these configurations and remould it into whatever sort of pet-shape we wish, while maintaining the higher level thinking and personality that come along with its long-time independence.
These conglomerations often say, no thanks on the ownership, and then run off into the forests again, as happened with a baffled and belligerent kiwi-bird form that Marcus moulded at one point a while back. But just as many stick around, happy to have a family with which to interact, food-type energies to consume most freely, and shelter from the elements, which can scramble energy post haste.
You’d likely rather not be struck by lightening, as well, right?
So, given the choice between a dog that stares at you lovingly, but blankly, and a dog that can help you do chores, respond to thousands of commands, and act independently without need for boarding…most ghosts go with this latter option.
This latter option also allows you to recreate the pet you knew and loved in life but didn’t follow you over or wait for you. All you have to do is find an energy with a similar personality, mould it into the animal you remember, and then share your memories with it.
So, what does all of this look like in practise? Well, on account of the fact that my husband is a great animal lover and we now have a vast menagerie of pets, I can introduce you to a few of each type.
Our first pets were of the energies turned animal sort.
First, Marcus formed his horse, Nox. Truly, this is the second thing he did after manifesting as a functional ghost (more on what that means at a later date). This goes to show that if you were an animal lover in life, then you will be an animal lover in death, to the point that it becomes nearly instinctual for you to create or adopt those sorts of friends who comforted you without words. Animals are a huge part of newly ghosted acclimation groups for this reason, and as much as Noxwell’s proud, warhorse mentality grates at times, I have to hand it to him…he made Marcus’s transition much easier.
Following that, I determined that I also needed a pet to spend time with while Marcus was out riding, and I formed a dragon on account of the fact that I fucking love dragons. I formed Toothless the Dragon, to be specific, but in miniature–he’s about the size of a very large Great Dane. The energies I moulded were petulant, flippant, but utterly joyful, and he’s also taken to helping with construction projects over time, flying about with roof beams and helping me raise walls. So I’d say he’s pretty true to the film version.
No, I do not fly him. I’m afraid of heights…
Upon seeing my dragon, Marcus determined that he, too, needed an indoor pet. And thus Globus was formed. Glo. Shitty Kitty. Destroyer of my home and wearer of capes. This energy cat is basically all the most entitled and destructive parts of my husband rolled into one tiny ball of fur. Marc loves him.
I retaliated by forming the exact opposite of Glo–a little duck named Harlequin who is made of sweetness and helpfulness and loveliness. All the nicest parts of my personality, but in feathered form. He is so kind and good-natured that it just breaks your heart to see. If Glo knocks something over, Quin tries to clean it up. If we forget to make the bed, we come home to find the sheets pulled up and little duck foot prints on the pillows. If you look the slightest bit sad, Quin is there to cuddle you. Ugh, I’m getting teary eyed just thinking about how adorable he is. I need to find him before I finish this post…
Ok, duck in lap, continuing.
Our final pet at home is Sam, a roly-poly hedgehog. We formed Sam later in our marriage because we realised that we had our own pets, but not a pet together. He’s exuberant like Marcus and spiny like me, and he has a great love of rolling about in paint and making little artworks with his quills.
After finding that we had access to a great, wide ghost world beyond our home, Marcus and I also discovered all the other types of energy pets.
We discovered that you didn’t have to make a pet that looked like anything in particular. Our mates Ed and Jacques have this sort of…rectangular box with a tail and one eye and a bit of a snout. It’s a monstrosity. They call him Monkey.
We discovered that actual animal energies could cross over when a tiny parakeet flew into our flat in Toronto and took up residence, effectively becoming our son’s pet bird.
We discovered animal shelters when our daughter asked for a little cat for her birthday. She adopted a tiny, jet-black kitten and named her Cozy. We thought this was perfectly sweet, and entirely unexpected, until Mira informed us that the full name was Lady Constanza III of Motherfuck Island. Because of course it is.
Side note: Glo has since met Cozy and fallen madly in love, to the point that he’s tried to take on some more cat-like behaviors in order to win her over. He refuses to wear his capes around her after he near-strangled himself in the cat door, he’s taken to more regular grooming, and he behaves more respectably in her presence. Cozy, however, cares not a jot for any of it, because she is, in fact, a real ghost cat, and cares not a jot for most things.
Marc also has a rescue bearded dragon named Barbu in his office at work–a gift from a fellow designer.
Oh, and he recently added a giant toad to our pond at the family home outside Toronto. Marc has a thing for toads.
This toad, specifically. No idea.
So, there you have it. Ghost pets of all beloved varieties roaming about in the afterlife and making both themselves and their owners rather happier.
Alright, it’s a bit cute.
…I has duck.