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Catwoman148
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Location: California
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 3:58 am |
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Hello,
I am not new at all to unusual experiences. I had to share this one, as it had
something to do with a questionare I filled out, and I have alway's
had an unusual relationship with animals. It is experiences like this
that make me not care about the crazy things that are going on
everywhere these days, and these kinds of experiences keep me happy at
the wonderment of our universe.
I was sitting with my seventeen year old son David while he was
waiting to get his paycheck from work. We sat on a wooden log in the
shade. David went to make a phone call to home, so my husband would
not worry about us as we were late.
A large stripped cat with a purple collar showed up in the bushes. I
saw him, and I said hello, and wiggled my first finger at him, and
asked him to come over so I could pet him. He looked up at me, and he
came right to me, and I petted him, and talked with him like I do a
person, which I always do with animals anyway.
A long time ago, I was in a situation where I was homeless for several
months during the Winter through to Spring. I was in the mountains. My
feet suffered damage from the cold, and I still have problems with my
feet twenty years later, but I deal with it.
I was having a lot of trouble with my feet today, and I wasn't feeling
to well the past few days either. This cat stared at my toes, and he
started licking them. I had thongs on. We were really talking now, and
I told him thank you for trying to heal my sore feet. Then, the cat
went further.
He was laying on the ground by now licking my sore toes, and then he
took his paws, and held my left big toe gently, and licked some more,
and then he did an accupressure treatment with his teeth. Not too
hard, and he kept doing it. I was amazed, but he was one of those cats
that are not regular cats. I had one once that actually spoke two
words to us during his stay with us.
His name was Super Bubba, and he said the word no, when Wes and I
asked him if he was okay, and spoke Wes' name. He was glued to our
sides all of the time, and Wes was in the bathroom, and he was waiting
for him in the hallway. When he came out, he said, "Wes."
We got Super Bubba when the SPCA was going to put him down, and we did
kitty rescue, and he wasn't sick, so they gave him to us. Super Bubba
had been given to the SPCA after some sort of Cabal experimentation.
He was a very large cat, about 35 pounds, and he had a large head, and
on his head, you could see the scarring where it was obvious that his
brain was hooked up to electrodes for a long time. Super Bubba became
our love.
He was completely wild when we first got him, and when anyone came in
the bedroom, he would attack. Super Bubba and I had it out once, and I
was going to tame him, so he wouldn't die from starvation because he
wouldn't eat.
I came up to him, and I was going to pet him even if he didn't like
it, and talk nice to him even if he bit me. He had huge teeth. I had a
hair brush in my hand, and I was going to brush him. He attacked the
brush, and bit the brush, and ended up in a corner, and I kept talking
nice to him no matter what he did, and I did get a couple of brushes
in, and I left the room, and told him that I loved him.
Wes and I came in, and he was still in the corner where he was when I
left the room, and we both asked him, and said, "Bubba, are you okay?"
Bubba looked at us, and said, "Nooooooo." We were able to pet him
after that, and he started eating. No one else could ever go near him
because he would attack them. He lived in my room, until we had an
arson fire, and then we both moved into Wes' home. He was our child.
One day, we went to a little store across the street, and we didn't
make sure that he was in the house. He followed us to the store, and
someone we knew ran him over, and killed him. This was one of the
saddest moments of our lives. I could see his spirit come to me, and
he didn't know he was dead yet, and I had to tell him. All I could do
is cry.
The cat that came to me out in the parking lot today looked just like
Super Bubba. The same kind of relationship with a cat that I thought I
had never met.
To me, cats are little people in fur coats.
In The Light,
Pamela Mulaskey
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