My Cats

Who do you spend the most time with?

My husband was recently made redundant so he’s around all the time now, but my cats are really the story of my life.

Born this way

I’ve always been an odd bird, my mum described me as born 40 with ideas well above my age grade, when I was two.

As you may imagine, I didn’t get on well with the girls at school because I saw the teachers’ point. I was very much teacher’s pet, headmistress’ pet, not because I was special, but because the way my mind works I have always been able to see the other person’s point of view. Adults like that.

There are many lonely teenagers at school who have exactly that problem. If the teachers like you woe betide you.

Revelations

As a young adult I struggled to find my feet. By that time I had been under mental and emotional pressure since I was 6, and I was way too good at hiding it. So I looked all sparkly on the surface, and people didn’t understand the way I behaved. So nervous all the time. That was in the days before anyone asked why.

You didn’t have acute anxiety, you were a nervous wreck. You weren’t a medical empath (someone who senses illness) you were a hypochondriac.

Medical empathy is a b*tch because until you know you’re one of them, you think it’s all you. Hence the hypochondria label.

Who would ever think that they would just know that kind of thing? That you could be walking along the street, through a crowd of strangers, and suddenly feel awful and have no idea why. That you’d instantly be struggling on expecting something to fall off or whatever. Who would know that wasn’t you if it feels like it’s you?

It is not fun. Learning that instant feelings of fear or depression are unlikely to be you it something very important that isn’t taught in this world. We are all psychic. We are all atoms. We can all pick up energy. It’s part of the human condition.

If you know what I’m talking about I hope this helps. You know where I am if you need support.

Getting more weird

So, what with discovering I was a medium at the at of 36 during a phone call, and all of the above, I’ve always been a person of very close friends, but not a big crowd around me.

People are very loyal to me, and I am to them, but those who stay really close didn’t need me to be explained to them. They get it without being told. Some understand exactly as they have the same issues.

Life-long love

As such my cats are the story of my life, they’re something I can just love.

Cats will tell you when they don’t approve of what you’re doing, but there’s no malice in it.

More looking at the food bowl, then the cupboard, then you, then walking away. A clear message of “I am not eating that garbage, try again.” This may go on for two or three food offerings, and then they will eat the first one.

Our oldest cat did that to the vets in the hospital. I took her up a bag full of food she might eat, they were so desperate they opened 8 packets, put them in bowls, she sniffed the lot then ate the first.

No I didn’t train any of them to do that. Yes I told them to give the rest to their other patients. I knew what would happen and no point wasting it.

But seriously, anyone who tells you a cat isn’t loving, is rarely correct. There are rogues in every special including ours. Or especially ours.

Cats are amazing, intelligent, loving, and they can read you like a book.

My first cat Geris would suddenly go and sit on a visitor’s lap, I’d just look at them and say “What’s wrong?” I always knew that he was trying to help, and he was always right.

It’s such a pleasure to live with creatures you can’t influence, that you have to just love, it shows you whether you have the capacity for unconditional love. I do, we do. It’s rather wonderful.

For every dark day in my past there’s a funny or comforting cat moment. I can’t think back to one bad time without one of them popping into my head with something that made me happy.

They are the wonderful, healing, story of my life.

I hope you have wonderful healing memories too.

Best love as always

Deb xx