I lost my cat Cinnamon on 11/9/2003 to cancer. Cinnamon always had a habit of taking her paw and hitting the dresser ring to get me up at 4am every day for all of her 13 years.
On 11/10/2003 I was sitting in bed crying my eyes out when all of a sudden the dresser ring started to move and made the familiar sound that awoke me so many nights before. I looked at the clock and it was 4am. It never happened again.
I know in my heart that it was Cinnamon saying that she was alright and was watching over me.