Black Cat (Part 2)

Hello All,

Sorry. I didn't mean to leave you hanging. Not that this is exactly and Edgar Allen Poe Tale, but still.

The Black Cat. It turns out that cat's name is POE...no kidding. He's a wild cat that sort of belongs to my neighbor. And it is Poe, as in Edgar Allen. No, I don't know why. But Poe evidently was never a "home" cat. He has always been skittery and shy of people. But I only learned this last night.

While stewing about Mr. Poe and what to "DO" about him, as I told you, I thought it was a riddle and had to be solved. So, I threw the I Ching. The I Ching gave me a very unusual hexagram. If you follow the I Ching, you will understand. I got the first hexagram, the Creative. Now you don't get that hexagram very often, I can tell you.

The Creative is the Life Force. It is virtually and "all systems go" hexagram. You're lined up with Self. You're Connected. You're in perfect balance. I was flabbergasted. I mean, you could have blown me over with a feather.

This is what I LOVE about the spiritual life. It is not seeing through human eyes with the human, conditioned mind. And that, folks, is the entire "trick". I think Jesus said something like "you're ways are not mine". It's like that.

I spent week, months, looking at this Black Cat as a "thing" that had no relationship to my life. Worrying about what to "DO" about it. Feeding it. I called the Friends of Cats. I Called the Humane Society. What to do, what to do. And he persisted, it persisted. And then I had a glimmer to see it another way. What if it is come to reflect back to me something of mySelf.

Ah ha! New Eyes. A New View. And of all things, the Creative. God. It. Me. All One. Nothing to DO!! Just a kind of friendly, hello, howdy do from the Universe. We're all ONE. Glad you figured out the Cosmic Greeting Card in the form of the Black Cat. Sending you a Love Cat. Nothing to do. Enjoy.

This morning folks, the Black Cat was not there. I got the message. I felt the Oneness. I understood. Oh what a tangent that human mind can take us on....and all along it was simply a God'OGram.

Thanks for Reading!


Kath

The Black Cat (Part 1)

Hello All,

There has been a black cat hanging about my house for nearly 6 months, now. When I was away in June for three weeks, it camped out on my balcony according to my neighbor.

I've had several experiences with cats. When living in the State Park, two that I remember came and went, like cats do. One day they adopt you and then, when their mission is done, they leave for another adventure. In both of those cases the cats were lovable, that is to say, they would allow you to pet them, pick them up, etc. One even took a walk with me into the State Park one day. That was a hoot, because the Park is full of "lions, and tigers and bears, OH MY!" Poor little guy followed me for about 2 miles and insisted I carry him the two miles back. He never walked with me again.

And currently I have a pet cat. Mr. Woody. He's 2 years old and yellow. A mighty fine cat. He's a great little hunters. In the best of the year, he catches two things a day. Could be a rabbit, squirrel, gopher, lizard, or bird. I've had all of them presented to me at some time or another. And the little guy eats them all. Quite the gourmand. Woody comes and goes as he pleases from a cat door off an upper balcony. Many a time he's skidded in to turn around, look out and say, "Whew, that was scary!" He's a one cat cartoon.

So now, here comes this black cat. In the beginning I think Woody would go off with him in the night for joint hunts. It took quite awhile before I got even a glimpse of this cat, because he was so jittery. He just bolts. Well, after a quite a lot of time, I finally got a fix on what was going on.
Woody, though, seemed OK with this interloper. Now they didn't exactly play together, but they would and do hang out in the same space together. Never any fighting. And there are times when Woody just ignores this cat utterly.

So the existential crisis begins. It's now at the point where the black cat (with gray behind his ears) sits patiently, quietly and even sweetly at my front door every morning and every evening. During the summer it didn't bother me, but ye gads, winter is coming on and what oh what am I going to "DO" with it now? It will not let me within 3 feet of it. No way. No how. I don't know if it's fixed. I don't know if it's litter trained. Oh dear, what if it figures out the cat door? What if I relocated it? These are but a few questions that I've agonized over for the past 6 months. What to "DO"? What to "DO"? A typical HUMAN MIND response.

Until one day I thought, this is a riddle. I have a friend who is a shaman, and she tells me animals come to tell us, remind us, support us. OK. Now we have a ballgame!

Stay tuned for Part 2

Thanks for reading!

Kath