READERS TALES
My Cat
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This happened in Tracey,
California, 1996. I was living in a house at the time by myself. I did
communicate with a cat or should I say she communicated with me. This little
kitten was born as part of a litter in a field somewhere in a small town where I
lived. I lived on a ranch and one day when I came home I found a very small
black kitten at my back door. She had separated herself from her brothers and
sisters and would just come over to get some attention from me. I would keep on
giving her back to the people who found her, but always found this little black
fur ball at my back door or front of my house leaning by a tree waiting for me
to come home, like a kid waiting for her mom to come home.
I started taking her in to my house and would rock her in my hand until she went
to sleep. I swear I could see a smile on her face as she fell asleep in my
hands. This went on for a while until she got a few weeks older. The people next
door had named her Angel. So I would call her Angel. She never answered to it.
One day I was holding her, I said in my head, not by my mouth, What should I
name you? The answer that came back strong in my head from her was "My name is
Jasmine, thank you", and she jumped out of my hand and looked back at me with
her tail in the air. I thought I was going crazy. But I named her Jasmine right
on the spot. That spooked me for a long time. People did not believe me. We
communicated like that and the bond was so strong between us. I would tell her
not to bring her presents (dead birds, spiders) into the house for me and she
understood. She was my child until someone took her away from me.
-Sandra.