I was going to post another Cat Tale this morning, but something else came to me. Maybe later today, I’ll share a Cat Tale.

What came to me, was how all of the cats I’ve ever ‘owned’ (we all know cats own us), mirrored an aspect of my Self. Do your animals mirror you, too?

Midnight: He was the gentlest cat I’ve ever known. All black, of course, very sleek and slender. When he first appeared on our doorstep, I thought he was a female because of the ‘dainty’ way he walked. Very regal. Midnight was one who lived his life without a care in the world. That was always his attitude. He rarely ran, unless he was playing. When he cleaned himself, he took his time. There’s no hurry, was his motto, and he stuck by it. When I would meditate, Midnight was always right there. He had to be touching me in some way. I wondered at times, if he was going on my journey with me. He had the most grounded energy of any cat I have ever known. I saw a lot of myself in Midnight. The calmer part of me, that is. The grounded, roll with life part. When he was around me, I was just like him. Midnight lived to be the ripe old age of 18, and a very good life he lived. I still feel his energy from time to time, and it reminds me to stay grounded, that there’s no hurry, and to just flow with life.

Binky: Aahh, the queen bitch. he he he Very independent and set in her ways. A beautiful, long-haired tortoise shell. She cleaned herself constantly, never having a hair out of place. She chose who she would love and who would love her. And when she did, her loyalty for that person was deep. Not liking to be kept within walls, she was a roamer. Loved to be outside, laying in the grass, soaking up the sun. Much like myself. I felt her independent streak and related to it. Also, the feeling of not wanting to be ‘caged.’ Wanting to do whatever I want, when I want. But mostly? I related to her not allowing people to get too close, though my loyalty, too, ran deep when I allowed it. I must admit also, that I share in her desire to always look good. I have very long hair, and yes, I do brush it all the time. ;)

Emmie: The queen mother. A mixed siamese, with beautiful blue eyes. Another very independent girl, who had many kittens, and loved them all. With each new litter, she would lay on the floor, head alert, always watching out for her young. She was a doting mother, not really wanting to ever let go of her kids, even as they grew up and forgot about her. Emmie took me in as one of her own. Cleaning my hands, my hair, watching over me, always sitting near me. She watched my every move. She also guarded me, growling at strangers or other cats who came too close. But she was also extremely affectionate, not necessarily asking for attention, but always giving it. Like Emmie, I have a mothering instinct that runs very deep. I, too, was more apt to give love, than receive. I’ve been called a doting mother, but I don’t mind. That’s what mothers do. I am the caregiver, and always will be. Just like Emmie. Emmie is now living on a huge spread out in the country, where I’m sure she is happy, and probably has another litter by now to dote over. :)

I’ll stop here, with these three kitties. All of them mirror major aspects of my Self. Down to earth, independent, free spirit, loving mother… with all of the recent changes in my Self, and my life, I am really curious to meet the next cat that finds me! The most wonderful part about having a furry friend in my life, besides being the recipient of their love, is in seeing my Self in them, and learning from them. I feel that some cats come into my life to help me work on my Self, to bring that part of me out. It never fails that when I am feeling ‘need’ in my life, a cat appears to give it to me. But not just that, they appear to help me understand my ‘need’ and to look within my Self even deeper. I think I’ve written before that Panthers are my totem/guide/fascination. I have yet to see one in person, but I know that when I’m ready, the time will come.