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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

"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

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