When we maintain a stance of being open to possibilities, the rewards can surprise and delight us.
One evening, shortly after Thanksgiving of last year, I was puttering in the kitchen preparing for dinner. My eyes were drawn suddenly to the window-paned door which leads to the patio. A small black-and-white feline face was beckoning to me; and though I couldn’t yet hear her voice, she was at once irresistible. In one fluid motion I moved toward the door and called out to John, announcing that a kitty had come to visit.
She had a bit of a wild look in her eyes. Her thick fur was fluffed to retain her body heat, indicating that she had been in the wild for some time. It did not appear that she had been recently pet by human hands. Even so, she appeared to be immaculate; and her solid physique didn’t indicate that she had been long without food. Still, she eagerly gulped the meal we offered and rewarded us with nuzzles and horizontal pirouettes, plopping her compact form onto the pavement and twisting and turning to reveal her white belly. A most flirtatious and appreciative demeanor.
Just when we thought she was settling in to a love session with us, she romped across the yard disappearing into the shadows.
This promptly became an evening ritual. She returned like clockwork to claim her dinner and our affection. We grappled for two weeks about whether she had a home and from whence she had come. We studied her behaviors and reasoned that she must have once had a home, but she apparently had been living for some time off what she captured in the nearby fields.
Small in stature, her hind legs were more muscular than one might expect. Her athletic build seemed to indicate that she had been extraordinarily active. No question that she was equally capable of scaling tall trees as she was agile in jumping the tall fences of our neighborhood.
Her slightly deformed ears gave her a quizzical expression. One was bent, seemingly from birth. The other was significantly nicked, evidence of a scrap she had endured along the way.
Extremely self-possessed, nothing flustered her. She demonstrated prowess and power in her vigilant, but peaceful observation of her surroundings.
She was a creature of the wild, yet she relished people and affection. Clearly she had once been loved, for she succumbed easily to friendly scratching around her head and neck and she melted into a kind of hunkering down posture when we leaned in to cuddle her.
We speculated that she may have been lost or abandoned when a neighbor had moved. We noted that several homes nearby were empty, no doubt due to foreclosures. A sudden and painful re-location might well have led to her being left on her own.
I moved my laptop to the kitchen each evening to make sure I didn’t miss her arrivals, for we could only observe her if in direct sight of the back door. (How many times before that fateful day had she shown up when I was not in the kitchen?) With impeccable timing, she arrived at dusk and we were there to greet and feed and marvel at her antics. She had us completely charmed.
With the temperatures falling, I became concerned about her comfort and security. I spent more time with her as the mercury fell and the rainy season approached. I huddled with her, offering blankets and a warm body for her to snuggle into.
One evening I pulled a cushion from the patio furniture so I could sit with her in the drizzle without resting directly on the cement of the un-sheltered patio. After several flirtations, intermixed with explorations in the yard, she recognized that I was there to stay and she relaxed into a brief cat nap, nuzzled up real close. With one long deep sigh, she was deeply asleep. That was the moment I knew she would come to stay. With that one deep breath she told of her trust. Her exhaustion and her gratefulness. This little one needed a home.
She did not stay the night. But the next day I fashioned a shelter for her, placing a blanket-filled box under the loveseat to protect her from the rain. She clearly understood, claiming it instantly. That’s when she began staying most of the night.
Soon after, we provided a heating pad designed especially for warming animals outdoors. This was the piece d’ resistance! She promptly became our overnight guest. The first morning we found her still with us (sleepy-eyed and hungry), we recognized that this was a new chapter. Our routine was forever changed.
Lingering a while after breakfast, she ran away for her daytime adventures…. always to return for supper. More than once I raced home from errands to be sure I was present at the appointed hour. A few times, I arrived in time to witness her amble across the street from the adjacent fields and leap effortlessly the six foot brick wall to reach our yard.
Only once did she miss the appointed hour. It had been pouring rain all day and into the evening. Unsettled by her absence, I parked myself in the kitchen and continued to work from there. Around eight o’clock there was a brief lull in the storm, and she turned up at the door. Wet, but not sodden, she beckoned to me as before. After filling her belly, she took shelter in her warm dry bed. The only clue to her presence in the shadow of her refuge was her tiny white nose which, if hidden, rendered her invisible.
The very fact that she sought shelter with us from the rain confirmed our belief that she was homeless.
Very brief and cautious indoor visits ensued; and just before Christmas, our little friend joined us inside. She came in for her milk one evening; and after brief exploration, she nestled into a cozy dining room chair where she stayed the night. We huddled at the staircase like kids on Christmas morning to see if the diminutive orphan was still in place. By New Year’s Day, the adoption was deemed complete.
It may be no accident that this little one showed up exactly a year after we lost our beloved Einstein. It’s surely no mistake that she chose a household of cat lovers who still missed the presence of every furry creature who had come before.
The auspicious timing of her arrival, and the special qualities she brings (including her propensity for vanishing and re-appearing in the blink of an eye) soon provided inspiration for her name. Given that she represents a certain mystique and brings such delight to us each day, it’s a name most worthy of her.
You may think this story has nothing to do with the Rife machine. On the face of it, that’s true; but consider this:
Cats, when purring, are emitting frequency that is easily discerned. There is an obvious exchange that occurs when caressing or holding the animal which is, quite literally, therapeutic. Cats seem to be aware of this, as they will often begin purring as we approach. It’s not generally something they do when in solitude.
It can be said that we all emit and exchange frequencies in the course of our every day interactions. This is evident in our voices, our moods, and our actions. Perhaps we’ll discuss this more later.
In the meantime, use your Rife machine. Hum to yourself, and spend time with a cat! Be cognizant of synchronicity at play in your life, opening the way for your own enchanted moments.
Our wish is that Magic awaits you this Holiday Season and beyond!