A Tail of Two Kitties (apologies to Mr. Dickens)

They’ve been with me through the worst of times, and through the best of times.

Paris
Hanging Out

First there was Paris (named after the guy that conquered Helen of Troy because he “forced” me to adopt him). You might think I rescued him, but he rescued me. He found me at a time when I needed him most, and never left my side (or lap) unless he was certain I was OK. I was devastated when he died. Yes, I know that sounds melodramatic, but he meant that much to me.

Meanwhile, your blogger, the skeptical curmudgeon, learned about energy healing, chakras, and animal totems. black-panther-close-up-1280x800Finding out my animal totem is a black panther, did not come as a shock. What did, however was that I could feel Panther’s presence when I needed her. Sitting on the floor of the shower with a razor in my hand, I could feel her leaning against me, reassuring me, it was almost as if she took the razor out of my hand. While doing my chakras, every time I came to my solar plexus Panther would fill me with strength. Then my human guide was taken away from me, I thought I could do it alone, but I couldn’t. My depression took over and I forgot how to do it all myself. But then there were those times when I was at my worst, crying out for help inside my head, and Panther would come to me. She would lean against me again, fill me with strength, or just lay by my side. I realized then, she never left me, she just quietly waited until I needed her.

And now there is Bob. Bob loves him some Ashley

While Bob lay nearly lifeless in my lap from an infection and a parasite, Panther was passing healing energy through me, and I could feel Paris wrapped around Bob, just like he used to take care of “his” cat, Zoe.

Paris and Zoe
Paris and Zoe

 

And now we come to last night…this latest med-go-round is not good (I see my psych in a couple days). I’m back to severe mixed episodes-agitated mania and depression at the same time-and last night was bad. But then little Bobbycat (that’s what our 2-year-old granddaughter calls him) crawled under the covers and lay next to my abdomen purring, which was when I felt Panther filling my solar plexus with strength, and Paris laying next to my back.

This post is dedicated to Jill, who has selflessly helped me to get this far, and from whom I have so much more to learn.

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