Psychic Advice

I did not mean to take so long to place a new posting on my blog.  It’s been a busy and difficult couple of months.  Once I managed to get all the abandoned cats to the shelter, a three week process as I was unable to rent or borrow any have-a-heart traps, one of my own house cats, my beautiful orange boy, managed to get out of the house and get hit by a car.  In my 40 years of having cats, I have never lost one this way.  I’ve been trying to figure out the karmic lesson in this.  I saved fifteen cats from lives of pain or death and lost my favorite furry friend.  He was my only male cat and my dog’s best buddy.  I feel bad for my dog who obviously misses him and keeps trying to get the other cats to play with him the way Scooter did.  After having been to the shelter so many times and seeing how overloaded they were with cats, I decided to save a life and adopted a beautiful black and white adult cat.  Black animals are the last to get adopted, and being adults works against them also.  I couldn’t replace Scooter, but saving another cat helped.  He was grieving for the family that abandoned him and I was grieving for my Scooter.  He is now settling happily in his new home and I’m enjoying his special personality.  He fetches, asks to play, likes to cuddle and often lies next to the monitor when I’m working on the computer.  He also has a meow that could shatter glass.  I definitely know when he wants something, like food.  The dog is making some headway in befriending him.  Although quite large, he curls up in my lap which requires me to have a supporting hand on his back so he doesn’t overflow and slide off.  

In the grand scheme of things, especially considering the tragedies and problems of some of the people I read, there are way worse things than losing a pet.  It still hurt.   I still haven’t figured out the karmic lesson, but do accept there is a reason and everything balances out in the end.  I am now even more careful entering and leaving the house and my house cats now do wear collars and ID tags except for the blind girl (who won’t tolerate a collar) and the one who runs from the front door whenever it’s opened.  Domino (the new boy) is microchipped and the rest will be in the next couple of weeks.  (It took almost a month to find out what had happened to Scooter, had he been wearing a tag I would have found out sooner.)  Of course, I actually did feel him die, but hoped I was wrong and went through the flyers everywhere/check the shelters and local vets thing. 

I’ve also been preparing for winter.  Where I live, that means make sure the gutters are clear, the french drain is clean and clear, the “damp-rids” are hanging in the closet and the de-humidifiers are out of the closet and ready to go.  Digging out the umbrellas and having them easy to find and grab is a must too.