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Cats, cats, cats, stories...??
Artiste:
Thanks David!!
May I say that I find your comments very, very interesting!!
To quote one of your lines:
The energy within our brains (and in other animals) is intelligent and quite probably returns to the "Source" after death (Heaven).
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Ever did think ALSO about life before birth?? You might have been a cat? I might have been a cat?
What do you and/or others thinks about that too??
Hugs!!
David In Indy:
--- Quote from: Artiste on March 29, 2007, 11:28:36 pm ---Thanks David!!
May I say that I find your comments very, very interesting!!
To quote one of your lines:
The energy within our brains (and in other animals) is intelligent and quite probably returns to the "Source" after death (Heaven).
...
Ever did think ALSO about life before birth?? You might have been a cat? I might have been a cat?
What do you and/or others thinks about that too??
Hugs!!
--- End quote ---
If we are to consider the possibility of reincarnation, then yes. It makes sense to progress upwards, rather than downwards.
Artiste:
Thanks David!
You say this:
If we are to consider the possibility of reincarnation, then yes. It makes sense to progress upwards, rather than downwards.
...
May I reply: that there are two sides to every coin, (usually); I know what my cousin found out about this!
You want to know?
Hugs!!
David In Indy:
--- Quote from: Artiste on April 05, 2007, 09:02:03 pm ---...
May I reply: that there are two sides to every coin, (usually); I know what my cousin found out about this!
You want to know?
Hugs!!
--- End quote ---
Sure Artiste! If you feel like telling us about it. It sounds very interesting. :)
j.U.d.E.:
--- Quote from: injest on March 29, 2007, 07:27:20 pm ---You make me think of things I have not thought of in a long time, Artiste, some not so nice.
I had cats all my life. But I had no money and my parents wouldn't buy food for them; we would feed them table scraps. I would always give the cats the leftover meat...the dog would dig in the scraps looking for meat and look at me so pitifully and I felt so guilty...but he would eat the other stuff...the cats wouldn't. I remember as a little girl catching moths to feed the cats. I felt so bad (obviously not too bad or I would have not asked for them...) but if I got any money I would buy cat food instead of candy.
They learned to hunt for themselves...one day one of them had a ground squirrel baby. I took it from him and tried to raise it myself. I used milk from a can mixed with water and an eyedropper. I named him Tommy. He lived for a few weeks...then one day when I was feeding him he died. Maybe I drowned him because I didn't know what I was doing.
I remember holding him and thinking I couldn't save him. I couldn't save myself. I couldn't save anyone.
--- End quote ---
GOSH! Jess! That's terrible! So sad! I mean, so many worries and that as kid. I had goose bumps reading your story! I had a cat ever since I was 4 or so. But never did my family had difficulties feeding it. That must have been hard!
The first cat I had was a Siamese. But at the time I lived in an appartment with my family and the cat - named 'Ming-Ming' - would pee everywere, chew on every blanket it could find and escape down the staircase every chance it got! So my mum decided to give the cat away (to a person living in the same street, with a garden - there, Ming-Ming grew old and fat, if i remember well). I was allowed to have a cat only after moving into a place with a garden. Which happened 18 months or so after we gave away Ming-Ming. My sister brought home a black kitten from school one day (telling my mum it would be put asleep, if nobody took it). We kept 'Mohrlie' for 16 years. I was at Uni in the UK when my mother called me to tell me that they had had to put Mohrlie to sleep, because he got too old and sick. I cried like a baby, sitting there in the kitchen I shared with other students, who thought a 'human' member of my family had died.. I was almost too embarrassed to tell them it was 'only' my cat.
I don't have supernatural stories about the cats I've had. Sad ones yes. I brought one kitten (called Pristi, short for Pristina) back from the Balkans were I had stayed for 6 months a while ago. It was quite an adventure to get it on the plane, change planes and and all the way to Brussels. Sad thing is, one weekend I was away and when I came home, my sister >:( had given the cat away! I am STILL angry with her. I went once on a visit to the people who got Pristi. The family's kids changed the name to Luna.
Brokie, one of the cats I have since July last year, wouldn't purr at all for the first half year or so. It's not that long ago, that she started purring (I think I know why, but that's another story). And she does it a lot now.
The other day I was washing my car outside, on the parking lot in front of my apartment block. Brokie (and Sayif - her son) where sitting inside at the window, watching me. I live on the ground floor and I have a cat flap in the back of my flat, where the cats can go out into the garden and beyond. So, while I was washing my car, Brokie suddenly appeared. She must have gone all arround the apartment block to the parking lot, to keep me company.. ;D While I continued washing the car, she would pace up and down the little bush alley next to the cars. When i finished and entered my flat through the front door, she ran back inside with me. Cute!
j. U. d. E.
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