I have both a cat and dog but grew up mainly with cats. I have a couple anecdotes for you about cats, the first regarding intellegence and the second
regarding their connection to their people.
While in grade and highschool our family had two cats who came from the same genes, one was an uncle and perhaps father to the other.
My cats were indoor/outdoor cats and came and went as they pleased, and I literally mean that.
Numerous times a week when the family went to bed, it would so happen that one cat or the other would be stranded outside. Their solution if the
outside cat was looking to get into the house was that whichever cat was inside would go upstairs and scratch at my parents bedroom door.
They knew who to wake up, my step-father. And time after time and again for about 8 years, my step-father fearing the cat would piss in the house
would rise from bed, follow the cat downstairs to whichever door the cat went to, open the door and the cat stranded outside would run inside, now
both were inside and staying inside.
My step-father fell for the rouse numerous times before he ignored the scratching on the door altogether. The cat inside pissed on the bathroom
carpet that night.
He never ignored the scratching after that, he was under the cats thumbs, or paws in this case from there on out. They had their own doorman.
My second story relates to the connection cats have with their owners despite the fact they may eat you after you die. Your dead, so what.
My mother told me this story when I was 17, I had no recollection of it.
When I was 5 or 6 years old, and before we had the two cats I previously mentioned or a step-father, we had a black cat named Tri-pod. His name was
given for obvious reasons, although I don't know the factual story how the leg was amputated. It did get caught in a rabbit snare, but after that the
details are hard to come by.
Anyhow Tri-pod at this time (1981) wasn't old (probably close to my own age) but had become very ornery. It hissed at anyone who come near it except
for myself, we seemed to have bond. I've always felt a kinship with animals.
My mother figured it was in pain given it's amputated leg and decided to have the cat put down while I was in school one day, thinking that she could
explain to me that cats sometimes run away to die. A white lie but I understand where she was coming from. The previous year I cried for hours and
was devastated for much longer when I found out my best friend was moving to another city.
We didn't have much money back then so mother asked her brother if he could put the cat down while I was in school. Of course he said he would and
However when I got home from school that day this is what my mother recalls. Being that she was in university and worked evenings she was in bed when
I got home.
She says at first she remembers me kind of nudging her mentioning that Tri-pod was dead. I nudged her again and said ''Mom, Tri-pod is dead"
This repeat comment woke her completely and she asked me how I know this and I replied that when I got home Tri-pod was lying down in the back yard
but when I went to see him he wouldn't get up.
With this she apparently shot up into a sitting position and asked me if I was sure.
I then said "yes I shook him but won't get up."
To which she replied with something along the lines of "OMG, where is he? show me"
And I said "I can't, he's gone. He's not there anymore"
She immediately called my uncle asking if he did put the cat down and he replied that he took the cat to the local landfill (about 20 km's away) and
put two slugs in him and that he definitely was dead.
In my own opinion Tri-pod's spirit came back to say goodbye to me and even though I couldn't remember the incident at 17yrs old, looking back, in my
minds eye I remember exactly where he was laying.
For that reason I will never, ever believe that animals don't have souls or that cats don't have emotional connections.
Dogs are awesome too
edit on 15-12-2011 by Phayte because: proof reading