Cats Can Heal

Till our daughter brought home her cat Jenny, we never knew what it felt like to have a cat around the house. Having been used to a pet dog, a cat around the house is quite different. In fact the only time a cat makes its presence felt is at meal times. The rest of the time it will be out of your way and wish you too would leave it alone.

When you think of a cat you think of character traits like fierce independence, curiosity, cleverness, alloofness, unpredictability. They have acute hearing and are highly intelligent. But they also have a unique and special ability to heal. I was amazed when I read this at http://www.sayahda.com/cyc1.html

The energy field of a cat rotates counterclockwise, opposite to that of a human. As a result they have the wonderful ability to balance and align our energy fields by neutralising any energy that can affect us negatively. When you feel low and the day's events have run down your energy negatively, your pet cat can help you. Just let her hop on to your lap and spend some time there. When a cat sits in your lap it realigns your energy field and help you to restore any inner poise or balance that may have been lost at the end of a tiresome day.

Little wonder that ancient Egyptians used cats to guard their temple gates because they believed cats could ward of evil.

They say if a cat comes into your life, it means mystery and magic in your life. After Jenny's first visit to our house, a marmalade cat came daily to perch on our window sill. Probably she had smelt Jenny's presence. She was cautious and wary of us but slowly got a bit friendly and would leave only after we fed it some milk and bread. In fact this became a routine for aleast 3 months. She even decided to walk in one day with her other mates, who used to romp on our bed just next to the bedroom window. They would disappear as fast as they came as soon as they heard a foot fall.

I do not remember any mystery or magic but this marmalade cat soon turned friendly enough to allow us to pet her occasionally. It became a regular routine for her to come early every morning and demand her share of food. Till one fine day when she failed to make an appearance. I waited for days on end, keeping milk and bread for her at the window sill. But it remained untouched. I guess she fell prey to street dogs or got killed by a passing car. Missed her a lot for sometime.

Whenever I come across a marmalade street cat, I often wonder if she is the same one who came to our window, drawn to our house by Jenny's presence.