I was sitting in my recliner, where I sleep, because of a bad back. I was watching 3 of my cats sleep on me. Innocent, sweet and so beautiful. I reached to touch my Kasper, and accidently touched his belly and he came from a deep slumber to full attack mode!
Aaaaah! claws and teeth locked deep in my hand! yep, we are one alright!
He was just protecting himself. Some of the things I love the most about cats are their independence, their ability to protect themselves while looking so sweet and innocent.
I love dogs too, although dogs are pack animals and revere you as their pack master.
Cats, now, if there is going to be a pack master it’s going to be them. Not you, oh no way!
I love the independence of cats! I always envied this. Most of the years of my life, I was daughter, girlfriend, wife, mother. I never felt like i was me, unless i was with an animal. usually cats, some times dogs.
When i was a kid i found out I could talk to animals. They talked to me too. I would get pictures, words, feeling, ideas. i’d put them all together and know what they were talking about, or feeling. for awhile i thought everyone could do this, but I quickly found out I was wrong. I also quickly found out not to tell anyone.
I told my friend Elaine and she didn’t believe me, and told me I was crazy. I laughed and told her it was a joke. Ha! Ha! I soon found out I could sense what people were thinking and feeling. This was pretty scary. I went through my childhood in a kind of daze or a fog. There were some pretty bad things, but I made it through by going into myself and being with animals whenever I could.
My mother didn’t think a city apartment was the place for a dog or cat. We lived in Chicago, but she did let me have a parakeet. I named him blue boy.
I loved that little bird, he was my constant companion when I was home. he sat on my shoulder watched me eat cereal and even tried it himself. We had wonderful conversations. I was so happy.. One day a window was left open and he was out of his cage. he flew out the window. I called and called to him. He was sitting in a tree and I could hear him say”I’m free”! “I’m free!” I could feel his elation as he flew away. He never came back.
I was devastated to say the least, I cried, and cried. I tried to make sense of the feelings that came from him. If he loved me and I know he did, why didn’t he want to stay with me? I know this sounds trite, but it was many years before I understood that if you love something set it free and if it doesn’t come back to you it was never yours to begin with. This is true of birds and all animals and people too. We are one. We are all connected, even though we all need our freedom. I just hope Blueboy was happy in his freedom. I believe my kitties choose to be with me out of love. We are one.
Coming soon: Patt’s perspective.