posted on Mar, 21 2009 @ 11:31 PM
I've had cats my whole life. Never more than 8 at once... which is too many in a tract home for sure. I currently have 6. Hopefully if my ex comes
and gets 2, that'll make it a little more manageable.
I've gradually come to the suspicion that cats can affect the energy of 'things'. Physical things. I think that's why they will sit with people
who are ill or deeply upset, and why if you bring anything into your house they will try and find a way to sit on it immediately, as if to modify its
energy to fit the environment. That is total superstition on my part; I have no evidence for it.
I've had some rather amazing cats over time. I will mention 3 here.
The first was 'cat'. We put off naming her till it was too late. Someone found her on the side of a highway, malnutritioned, as a kitten. The woman
who found her was telling my older stepsister and friends this outside the circus we were visiting. Yet she insisted she could not keep it, yet would
not give it away to my stepsister (who was 16) either, she felt it needed to see a vet as it was probably diseased. When she went into the circus, the
young men forced down her car windows (this is circa 1976) and opened the door, took the cat, rolled up the windows, and we took it and drove away.
Poor woman to this day is probably wondering about her schroedinger's disappearing cat. Anyway, 'cat' spent a lot of time with me as I had a
miserable life for the next year or so.
She played 'fetch' like a dog. We used ski gloves as she could grab any part of them with her teeth, including the clasps that hold them together,
and carry it back to me. We played this a lot.
One time when we moved into a new house, in a neighborhood still under construction, I came through our 6' back wooden fence, the gate at the side,
near the front door. Two big dobermans (I love dobies! Used to have a couple when young) came running up at me barking like crazy, apparently with
someone who was moving in nearby. I couldn't get in the door which was locked, and couldn't find the latch string for the gate I'd just shut behind
me, and although I figured they were probably just friendly, you never know, so I stepped back, my back against the fence, a little panicked.
Just as they nearly reach me, Cat comes flying off the fence over my head, literally all four paws out wide like a little X with full extended claws,
and rakes both these dogs down the top of the head and neck all the way down to the ground, where she hits and rebounds like lightning back toward me
and up the fence. The dogs were already running away yelping! After that time, as the neighborhood developed, we lived in a cul-de-sac and so people
all around the neighborhood often took their dogs for walks in the circular sidewalk. Except our house. Cat sat in front of the house in the early
evening guarding the property. If any dog came NEAR the property -- even on an owner's leash -- she would attack them from behind. The dogs all
became completely paranoid, until the common sight was people walking their dogs and then suddenly veering into the street until past our house --
pulled by their dogs, who saw Cat sitting there! -- and then getting back on the sidewalk. It was hilarious. She's the only cat I know that managed
to terrify every dog she ever met.
Because of her malnutrition as a baby, one symptom of this in cats is that they will eat anything (including things that can poison them or are bad
for them), they don't have the same wise discretion about food cats normally do. Her favorite foods were meat spaghetti, popcorn, and guacamole.
I don't remember anything psychic with her, just that she was an awesome cat.
The second cat is Katrina. I still have her. Her mother Rene actually began giving birth to her litter ON MY LAP as I meditated and she purred. I put
them in the box I had prepared, on my bed though. The last little white kitty was not breathing. Rene meowed, looked at me as if uncertain and looking
for guidance, licked it a couple times, looked at me again -- I had a total sense of upset from her. I started petting the kitten with one finger and
talking gently to Rene and encouraging her to clean it anyway just in case. The kitten began breathing. One of her eyes was crusted shut but at 3
weeks I got most of it loosened with a fingernail and Rene took care of the rest. She is all white but for about 10 black hairs at her throat, and she
doesn't see very well, but she's a sweet kitty. She is 8 years old now. I named her Katrina and called her my White Russian princess.
One night when all the cats were living outside (a cyclical thing when they start 'priding' and I get sick of it), I had the garage back door
propped open about a foot so the cats could get in and out. There is a big loft in there that they go up into and they are warmed and safe from storms
and so on. I was sitting up in bed, relaxing, thinking about meditating but not doing so yet, when I thought I heard something and opened my eyes.
Katrina was beside the bed, standing on her hind legs, with her forelegs on my bed, looking very intensely at me for some reason.
I sat there looking at her in confusion for at least 4 full seconds, before my brain went, "But she CAN'T be in the house" and she 'popped' like
a bubble! She was just gone! I thought, WOW, total hallucination! But at the instant of the 'pop' I had a whole "thoughtball" of information: it
is cold; it is wet; the back door has somehow been shut; I can't get in; please let me in. I got up and went out the kitchen door into the garage
and sure enough, the door had gotten shut, and I opened it and there was Katrina, getting very wet.