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A kitty's message
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. I am *so* glad to hear that, Tak! I've been worried about you something fierce. Being able to remember past event's from the point of view of our furred masters is a wonderful gift. It opens up a whole new vista. Dan |
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This is wonderful Tak.
Big hugs being sent to you. Dewi 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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Takayuki wrote:
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. This is beautiful, Tak - a lovely post. I'm really glad you've had this experience. It's wonderful that you got the happy memories of Betty back again. Cats certainly are healing. When I was in my 20s, my father sent a wonderful cat to the animal shelter, where she was euthanized before I could go get her out of there. I was devastated. But then, about a week later, I visited my family, and stayed overnight one night. The cat who had been sent away had had 3 kittens, now about 8 or 10 weeks old. When I was lying in bed that night, the three of them slept on top of my chest. All of them were meatloafing, in a little half-circle facing my head, and purring their little heads off. It was almost a mystical experience! Definitely helped me heal from the sad death of their mother. My friend's mother just lost her husband over the weekend. While he was dying (at home), her two cats were glued to his side. And now that he is gone, those cats are nursing her, and my friend says that they are a tremendous comfort to her mom right now. Yep, cats are healing. Joyce |
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Tak, you made me cry reading your post. I'm glad to hear you are starting to
heal from the loss of Betty. I hope she sends you a new master to take care of. Ann -- read Sam's blog at http://kittens-3.blogspot.com/ see pictures of Sam at http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/ann791/my_photos "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. |
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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. That's good to hear. Maybe soon you'll be ready yo let another cat into yor life and into yor heart. -- Adrian (Owned by Snoopy and Bagheera) Cats leave pawprints on your heart. http://community.webshots.com/user/clowderuk |
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That is so wonderful. Now you really know how much she loved you. We have
five senses for a reason. We can process so much more than just what we see and hear. Jo "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. |
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Takayuki wrote: After that, I regained full recall of the times I cuddled and played with Betty. Tak It happens- Betty has sent another cat to help you They are sensitive creatures. When my dad died I was out and went from where I was straight to the hospital. Dave reported that about 11.25pm ie the time when we got the call to confirm dad had died. Isis (RB) got onto my seat, which she never did of an evening (I persuaded her at an early age not to if I wanted the seat after work so she never bothered since if I sat on the seat she could sit on my lap and get skritchies) refused to leave the seat even through Dave went to bed and she was usually such a cuddle bunny that she'd be on the bed before either of us and sat there apart from a visit to the litter tray and once or twice to eat and drink until I came home the next evening at which point she jumped off the chair and gave me a look that said "I know you've had a tough time and I have kept your seat warm and welcoming for you" She never ever sat on my seat of an evening ever again.... Lesley Slave of the Fabulous Furballs |
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Takayuki wrote: After that, I regained full recall of the times I cuddled and played with Betty. Tak It happens- Betty has sent another cat to help you They are sensitive creatures. When my dad died I was out and went from where I was straight to the hospital. Dave reported that about 11.25pm ie the time when we got the call to confirm dad had died. Isis (RB) got onto my seat, which she never did of an evening (I persuaded her at an early age not to if I wanted the seat after work so she never bothered since if I sat on the seat she could sit on my lap and get skritchies) refused to leave the seat even through Dave went to bed and she was usually such a cuddle bunny that she'd be on the bed before either of us and sat there apart from a visit to the litter tray and once or twice to eat and drink until I came home the next evening at which point she jumped off the chair and gave me a look that said "I know you've had a tough time and I have kept your seat warm and welcoming for you" She never ever sat on my seat of an evening ever again.... Lesley Slave of the Fabulous Furballs |
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A kitty's message
"Takayuki" wrote in message
... Betty is gone. But I was finally given her memories. I'm glad for you Tak. Healing comes at unexpected times and in unexpected ways. I'm glad you met the little black cat! Susan M Otis and Chester |
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On Mon, 04 Dec 2006 01:01:34 -0500, Takayuki
wrote: Tak, I am so happy your memory block was removed and your heart can heal. What you wrote is sheer poetry. It just pulled my hearts strings and made me remember Amber (RB) and all the lovely memories of him. I do hope now you can share your sensitive loving heart with another furperson. One of these days a cat may come by that needs your gentle love. -- CATherine |
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