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I Am Your Cat
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I am your cat, and I have a little something I'd like to whisper in
your ear.
I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some have
children to raise. It always seems like you are running here and there,
often much too fast, often never noticing the truly grand things in
life.
Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See the way
my eyes look at yours?
They are slightly cloudy now. That comes with age. The gray hairs are
beginning to ring my soft muzzle.
You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine? Do
you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in the
world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrongdoing
for just a simple moment of your time?
That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes to be with
me. So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on that
screen, of others of my kind passing.
Sometimes we die young and, oh, so quickly; sometimes so suddenly it
wrenches your heart out of your throat.
Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even seem
to know until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles
and cataract clouded eyes.
Still the love is always there, even when we must take that long sleep,
to run free in a distant land.
I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week. Someday you
will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when deep grief
fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not
have just "one more day" with me.
Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me. We
have NOW, together. So come, sit down here next to me, and look deep
into my eyes.
What do you see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and
I, heart to heart.
Come to me not as "alpha" or as "owner" or even "Mom or Dad," come to me
as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one
another's eyes, and talk. I may tell you something about the fun of
batting toys, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or even
life in general.
You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share
such things with. Someone very different from you, and here I am.
I am a cat, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and
I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls.
I do not think of you as a "cat on two feet" -- I know what you are.
You are human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you still.
Now, come sit with me. Enter my world, and let time slow down if only
for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes, and whisper into my ears. Speak
with your heart, with your joy and I will know your true self.
We may not have tomorrow, and life is, oh, so very short . . . .
~ Author Unknown |
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