A kitty's message

I think that there's something very special about a cat's touch. We
know that petting a cat has been shown to reduce stress and calm the
heart. But I also discovered that touching a cat can impart an
impression that will stay with you for a long time.

Since Betty died over six months ago, the only thing about her that I
could recall clearly was her limp and lifeless little body, and I
obsessed over the idea of rejoining her somehow.

Betty's last day was the last time I touched any cat, for many months.
But on Thanksgiving, I was invited to a friend's new house for dinner,
and there I ran into their new cat.

He was a small, sleek cat, with a jet black coat that shimmers in that
way that's always so hard to do justice to in pictures. He was so
curious. I asked his hoomins how old he was. It turned out that he
was just an adolescent, having been born around the same time that
Betty died.

The kitty naturally came to sniff and examine me and rub my ankles.
When I reached out and scritched his ears, I remembered scritching
Betty's ears. When I scritched his tail, he grabbed my hand playfully
and rolled around. And I remembered scritching Betty's tail and
playing with her.

After that, I regained full recall of the times I cuddled and played
with Betty. The kitty's touch seemed to heal something inside me.
But I noticed later that it wasn't just that a memory block was
removed, but I had also received something new. I could now feel many
of these events from Betty's point of view. I curled up asleep and
content in a warm lap. I meowed and greeted daddy when he came back
from the store. I chased determinedly after the cat dancer even when
it darted out of sight behind the sofa.

Betty is gone. But I was finally given her memories.

Dang Tak. Now I'm crying. That's so beautiful.
I hope that this Christmas will see you sharing your heart and your
home with another furry bundle of sleek healing to help *your* soul to
come to the acceptance that Betty's soul has found.

Tish


Takayuki wrote:
I think that there's something very special about a cat's touch. We
know that petting a cat has been shown to reduce stress and calm the
heart. But I also discovered that touching a cat can impart an
impression that will stay with you for a long time.

Since Betty died over six months ago, the only thing about her that I
could recall clearly was her limp and lifeless little body, and I
obsessed over the idea of rejoining her somehow.

Betty's last day was the last time I touched any cat, for many months.
But on Thanksgiving, I was invited to a friend's new house for dinner,
and there I ran into their new cat.

He was a small, sleek cat, with a jet black coat that shimmers in that
way that's always so hard to do justice to in pictures. He was so
curious. I asked his hoomins how old he was. It turned out that he
was just an adolescent, having been born around the same time that
Betty died.

The kitty naturally came to sniff and examine me and rub my ankles.
When I reached out and scritched his ears, I remembered scritching
Betty's ears. When I scritched his tail, he grabbed my hand playfully
and rolled around. And I remembered scritching Betty's tail and
playing with her.

After that, I regained full recall of the times I cuddled and played
with Betty. The kitty's touch seemed to heal something inside me.
But I noticed later that it wasn't just that a memory block was
removed, but I had also received something new. I could now feel many
of these events from Betty's point of view. I curled up asleep and
content in a warm lap. I meowed and greeted daddy when he came back
from the store. I chased determinedly after the cat dancer even when
it darted out of sight behind the sofa.

Betty is gone. But I was finally given her memories.

"Takayuki" wrote

Betty is gone. But I was finally given her memories.

Oh, how lovely! I am so glad for you. Black Eli has helped me in the same
way with memories from two black cats earlier in my life: Egypt and Minu.

Takayuki wrote:

After that, I regained full recall of the times I cuddled and played
with Betty. The kitty's touch seemed to heal something inside me.
But I noticed later that it wasn't just that a memory block was
removed, but I had also received something new. I could now feel many
of these events from Betty's point of view. I curled up asleep and
content in a warm lap. I meowed and greeted daddy when he came back
from the store. I chased determinedly after the cat dancer even when
it darted out of sight behind the sofa.

Betty is gone. But I was finally given her memories.

That is so amazing a description, Tak and I am so glad for your sake you
met that little black cat.
Somewhere, there is or will be another cat who is longing to create
those kind of memories with a caring and sensitive person like you.
Betty will send him or her to you when you are ready.

(((((((Tak)))))))

Deb.

--
http://www.scientific-art.com

"He looked a fierce and quarrelsome cat, but claw he never would;
He only bit the ones he loved, because they tasted good." S. Greenfield

On Mon, 4 Dec 2006 09:14:16 +0000 Debbie Wilson wrote:

Takayuki wrote:

After that, I regained full recall of the times I cuddled and played
with Betty. The kitty's touch seemed to heal something inside me.
But I noticed later that it wasn't just that a memory block was
removed, but I had also received something new. I could now feel many
of these events from Betty's point of view. I curled up asleep and
content in a warm lap. I meowed and greeted daddy when he came back
from the store. I chased determinedly after the cat dancer even when
it darted out of sight behind the sofa.

Betty is gone. But I was finally given her memories.

That is so amazing a description, Tak and I am so glad for your sake you
met that little black cat.
Somewhere, there is or will be another cat who is longing to create
those kind of memories with a caring and sensitive person like you.
Betty will send him or her to you when you are ready.

I think, that little kitten is a message to Takayuki.

Squarely Yours
Michael
--
Square Dance is friendship put to music
Andrea and Michael with furballs Blacky and Merlin
More detailed info: http://www.curschmann-sachsen.de

On Mon, 04 Dec 2006 01:01:34 -0500, Takayuki
yodeled:

I think that there's something very special about a cat's touch. We
know that petting a cat has been shown to reduce stress and calm the
heart. But I also discovered that touching a cat can impart an
impression that will stay with you for a long time.

Since Betty died over six months ago, the only thing about her that I
could recall clearly was her limp and lifeless little body, and I
obsessed over the idea of rejoining her somehow.

Betty's last day was the last time I touched any cat, for many months.
But on Thanksgiving, I was invited to a friend's new house for dinner,
and there I ran into their new cat.

He was a small, sleek cat, with a jet black coat that shimmers in that
way that's always so hard to do justice to in pictures. He was so
curious. I asked his hoomins how old he was. It turned out that he
was just an adolescent, having been born around the same time that
Betty died.

The kitty naturally came to sniff and examine me and rub my ankles.
When I reached out and scritched his ears, I remembered scritching
Betty's ears. When I scritched his tail, he grabbed my hand playfully
and rolled around. And I remembered scritching Betty's tail and
playing with her.

After that, I regained full recall of the times I cuddled and played
with Betty. The kitty's touch seemed to heal something inside me.
But I noticed later that it wasn't just that a memory block was
removed, but I had also received something new. I could now feel many
of these events from Betty's point of view. I curled up asleep and
content in a warm lap. I meowed and greeted daddy when he came back
from the store. I chased determinedly after the cat dancer even when
it darted out of sight behind the sofa.

Betty is gone. But I was finally given her memories.

Cats ARE healing, in little furry packages. They are amazing that
way. This is just why so many of us have been hoping for you to get
back in touch with cats in a more tangible way. Now I'm hoping you'll
get to do it more often.


Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh

Make Levees, Not War

Oh Tak I am SOOOOOO happy for you. I knew this moment would come. I'm so
glad your friends invited you over.

"Takayuki" wrote in message
...
I think that there's something very special about a cat's touch. We
know that petting a cat has been shown to reduce stress and calm the
heart. But I also discovered that touching a cat can impart an
impression that will stay with you for a long time.

Since Betty died over six months ago, the only thing about her that I
could recall clearly was her limp and lifeless little body, and I
obsessed over the idea of rejoining her somehow.

Betty's last day was the last time I touched any cat, for many months.
But on Thanksgiving, I was invited to a friend's new house for dinner,
and there I ran into their new cat.

He was a small, sleek cat, with a jet black coat that shimmers in that
way that's always so hard to do justice to in pictures. He was so
curious. I asked his hoomins how old he was. It turned out that he
was just an adolescent, having been born around the same time that
Betty died.

The kitty naturally came to sniff and examine me and rub my ankles.
When I reached out and scritched his ears, I remembered scritching
Betty's ears. When I scritched his tail, he grabbed my hand playfully
and rolled around. And I remembered scritching Betty's tail and
playing with her.

After that, I regained full recall of the times I cuddled and played
with Betty. The kitty's touch seemed to heal something inside me.
But I noticed later that it wasn't just that a memory block was
removed, but I had also received something new. I could now feel many
of these events from Betty's point of view. I curled up asleep and
content in a warm lap. I meowed and greeted daddy when he came back
from the store. I chased determinedly after the cat dancer even when
it darted out of sight behind the sofa.

Betty is gone. But I was finally given her memories.

"Takayuki" wrote in message
...
I think that there's something very special about a cat's touch. We
know that petting a cat has been shown to reduce stress and calm the
heart. But I also discovered that touching a cat can impart an
impression that will stay with you for a long time.

Since Betty died over six months ago, the only thing about her that I
could recall clearly was her limp and lifeless little body, and I
obsessed over the idea of rejoining her somehow.

Betty's last day was the last time I touched any cat, for many months.
But on Thanksgiving, I was invited to a friend's new house for dinner,
and there I ran into their new cat.

He was a small, sleek cat, with a jet black coat that shimmers in that
way that's always so hard to do justice to in pictures. He was so
curious. I asked his hoomins how old he was. It turned out that he
was just an adolescent, having been born around the same time that
Betty died.

The kitty naturally came to sniff and examine me and rub my ankles.
When I reached out and scritched his ears, I remembered scritching
Betty's ears. When I scritched his tail, he grabbed my hand playfully
and rolled around. And I remembered scritching Betty's tail and
playing with her.

After that, I regained full recall of the times I cuddled and played
with Betty. The kitty's touch seemed to heal something inside me.
But I noticed later that it wasn't just that a memory block was
removed, but I had also received something new. I could now feel many
of these events from Betty's point of view. I curled up asleep and
content in a warm lap. I meowed and greeted daddy when he came back
from the store. I chased determinedly after the cat dancer even when
it darted out of sight behind the sofa.

Betty is gone. But I was finally given her memories.

Oh Tak, I'm *SO* glad to hear that! I've been so worried about you since
Betty left for the bridge!!

Hugs,

CatNipped

Takayuki wrote:

Betty is gone. But I was finally given her memories.

I'm so very happy to read this post, Tak. It's wonderful that you have
finally entered the road towards healing. Maybe now you can understand
what I meant when I said Miranda and Caliban have helped me get over
Frank's death. Do you think you could visit this cat again? I'm sure it
would do you a world of good.

--
Marina, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Frank and Nikki.
Stories and pics at http://koti.welho.com/mkurten/
Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/
and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki

My boss has just asked me what is up with my mascara. It's around my lips
instead on my eyes where it belongs...

I'm thanking God for Betty right now, and that teenage cat who must have
heard her whisper to help you. You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear
that a mental block was broken. It is the beginning of the healing of a
broken heart.

I know the feeling, Tak; my Stoshu came to me much the same way after losing
Fritzie three years ago this Wednesday. We always say Fritzie told him to
curl up to me; after all, he was a wise old cat and knew what he was doing
when he fixed up me and my little hero. Betty must have been a wise girl too.

Blessed be,
Baha

Takayuki wrote:
I think that there's something very special about a cat's touch. We
know that petting a cat has been shown to reduce stress and calm the
heart. But I also discovered that touching a cat can impart an
impression that will stay with you for a long time.

Since Betty died over six months ago, the only thing about her that I
could recall clearly was her limp and lifeless little body, and I
obsessed over the idea of rejoining her somehow.

Betty's last day was the last time I touched any cat, for many months.
But on Thanksgiving, I was invited to a friend's new house for dinner,
and there I ran into their new cat.

He was a small, sleek cat, with a jet black coat that shimmers in that
way that's always so hard to do justice to in pictures. He was so
curious. I asked his hoomins how old he was. It turned out that he
was just an adolescent, having been born around the same time that
Betty died.

The kitty naturally came to sniff and examine me and rub my ankles.
When I reached out and scritched his ears, I remembered scritching
Betty's ears. When I scritched his tail, he grabbed my hand playfully
and rolled around. And I remembered scritching Betty's tail and
playing with her.

After that, I regained full recall of the times I cuddled and played
with Betty. The kitty's touch seemed to heal something inside me.
But I noticed later that it wasn't just that a memory block was
removed, but I had also received something new. I could now feel many
of these events from Betty's point of view. I curled up asleep and
content in a warm lap. I meowed and greeted daddy when he came back
from the store. I chased determinedly after the cat dancer even when
it darted out of sight behind the sofa.

Betty is gone. But I was finally given her memories.

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