Nov 11, 2014
Synchronicities: Channeling Cats
This may sound silly, but in the interest of documenting dream manifestations and foresight, I will record it.
About 6 months ago, before I got my new cat, I dreamed about a grey striped cat that approached me at my old apartment. He had been abandoned and I decided to name him Sparkle, a name that confused me because it was something my Cousin would name a cat, not me. I also wondered if the time came, would I adopt an adult cat instead of a kitten.
I eventually got a calico kitten, like my previous one, instead of the female gray striped one I originally planned to take from the litter. This was a whole other story of synchronicity and channeling.
Today, my cousin asked me if I wanted a cat she found who had been abandoned by his previous owner. Inquiring to me felt random because I live 5 hours away from her. But I sensed she is desperate to find him a home.
"Is he by chance gray striped?" I asked her.
She sent me this photo:
Now I have to help her somehow, so I suggested she take him to a shelter (she has two cats of her own to care for), or put a photo of him on craigslist and explain his situation. I told her there are other shelters in her area besides the Humane Society (which doesn't take abandoned animals), and discouraged her from her willingness to drive him five hours to a potential home down here (she wanted me to pass it along to people in my area and emphasized her willingness to deliver him herself). At the moment, she is searching for another shelter that might take him.
I hope 'Sparkle' finds a good home with a loving family. If you live in Northern Oregon or Southern Washington and would like to inquire about adopting this familiar, contact me using the form in the right-hand column.
(Originally published 11/11/14)
UPDATE: This cat has become more interwoven into my life than I anticipated, which brings even more weight to that dream as having been precognitive.
My cousin was so unsuccessful at finding a shelter or home for this cat that she begged my mother to take him. Being a compassionate woman, my mother finally agreed to house him if my cousin would pay his bills. I called my mother to learn of this development on Thanksgiving (11/25/14).
The trouble with this arrangement is the inhospitable conditions of my parents home. Their house is very old, molded, unkempt, and has caused more than one animal serious health problems already. I took my old female stray cat out of there because its so crowded with people and male cats she was constantly terrified and wouldn't eat. I drove her five hours south to live out her days with me, where she was fat and happy.
My parents have finally graduated their youngest daughter out of the house and have been discussing plans to leave this crap house and woes behind to travel in a RV as their retirement, living on social security income and maybe forestry service pay for campground hosting. Their last cat (out of the original 6 we had) is reaching the end of his days as well. Their ties to that house were lifting.
Then this cat comes along.
I stressed to my mother the conditions of their house being unsuitable for another animal, and that it would hold them in place again. She had a panic attack before I even said hello. I think she was nervous about telling me because she feared I would not approve. I tried to insist she just act as a foster parent for the cat, and for my cousin to continue to search for a more permanent home, but I also wonder if maybe this cat is a welcome bonding for my mother. She has just been diagnosed with Lupus, an immune disorder. Their plans to travel may not happen either way. Her health has been deteriorating in the last few months. She has a broken vertebre, vertigo, terrible GERD from a hiatal hernia, resurfacing panic disorder, and of course lupus on top of it all.
Perhaps I was too quick to judge, even though I tried to remain unattached to the situation. I don't want to see what happened to our other animals happen to 'Sparkle', but perhaps because my cousin will pay for his needs, it will be different. My mother is also seeing her cat of 17 years in his final days (our first cat, and the last surviving one from the pack we accumulated; one for each of us five kids). It may be taking a deeper toll on her than I thought. I will call her.
About 6 months ago, before I got my new cat, I dreamed about a grey striped cat that approached me at my old apartment. He had been abandoned and I decided to name him Sparkle, a name that confused me because it was something my Cousin would name a cat, not me. I also wondered if the time came, would I adopt an adult cat instead of a kitten.
I eventually got a calico kitten, like my previous one, instead of the female gray striped one I originally planned to take from the litter. This was a whole other story of synchronicity and channeling.
Today, my cousin asked me if I wanted a cat she found who had been abandoned by his previous owner. Inquiring to me felt random because I live 5 hours away from her. But I sensed she is desperate to find him a home.
"Is he by chance gray striped?" I asked her.
She sent me this photo:
Now I have to help her somehow, so I suggested she take him to a shelter (she has two cats of her own to care for), or put a photo of him on craigslist and explain his situation. I told her there are other shelters in her area besides the Humane Society (which doesn't take abandoned animals), and discouraged her from her willingness to drive him five hours to a potential home down here (she wanted me to pass it along to people in my area and emphasized her willingness to deliver him herself). At the moment, she is searching for another shelter that might take him.
I hope 'Sparkle' finds a good home with a loving family. If you live in Northern Oregon or Southern Washington and would like to inquire about adopting this familiar, contact me using the form in the right-hand column.
(Originally published 11/11/14)
UPDATE: This cat has become more interwoven into my life than I anticipated, which brings even more weight to that dream as having been precognitive.
My cousin was so unsuccessful at finding a shelter or home for this cat that she begged my mother to take him. Being a compassionate woman, my mother finally agreed to house him if my cousin would pay his bills. I called my mother to learn of this development on Thanksgiving (11/25/14).
The trouble with this arrangement is the inhospitable conditions of my parents home. Their house is very old, molded, unkempt, and has caused more than one animal serious health problems already. I took my old female stray cat out of there because its so crowded with people and male cats she was constantly terrified and wouldn't eat. I drove her five hours south to live out her days with me, where she was fat and happy.
My parents have finally graduated their youngest daughter out of the house and have been discussing plans to leave this crap house and woes behind to travel in a RV as their retirement, living on social security income and maybe forestry service pay for campground hosting. Their last cat (out of the original 6 we had) is reaching the end of his days as well. Their ties to that house were lifting.
Then this cat comes along.
I stressed to my mother the conditions of their house being unsuitable for another animal, and that it would hold them in place again. She had a panic attack before I even said hello. I think she was nervous about telling me because she feared I would not approve. I tried to insist she just act as a foster parent for the cat, and for my cousin to continue to search for a more permanent home, but I also wonder if maybe this cat is a welcome bonding for my mother. She has just been diagnosed with Lupus, an immune disorder. Their plans to travel may not happen either way. Her health has been deteriorating in the last few months. She has a broken vertebre, vertigo, terrible GERD from a hiatal hernia, resurfacing panic disorder, and of course lupus on top of it all.
Perhaps I was too quick to judge, even though I tried to remain unattached to the situation. I don't want to see what happened to our other animals happen to 'Sparkle', but perhaps because my cousin will pay for his needs, it will be different. My mother is also seeing her cat of 17 years in his final days (our first cat, and the last surviving one from the pack we accumulated; one for each of us five kids). It may be taking a deeper toll on her than I thought. I will call her.
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