When I was 11 or so years old my fathers friends girlfriend had found a kitten sleeping in a dumpster in New York city. She moved in with my dads friend and needed a new home. Her name was Starshine, but we took to calling her Shiny. We took her in, but she was afraid and would hiss and run into the corner / closet of any room. The doorbell would freak her out and she would claw and run awawy. I took her into the laundry room in the lowest level of the house with me and sat her on my stomache, eventually. She sat there for hours and we bonded, she became friendly. She slept next to me every night, with her paw outstretched across my chest. I used to read mostly science fiction (and a bit of fantasy and psychology books) late into each night, and she would sit on my chest and hang out with me. this changed over the years as we moved but we always remained close.Unfortunately a trouble making pretend friend of mine and another fellow paralyzed her by dropping off 3rd floor to 2nd and she hit a glass table eventually, and told me they didn't know what happened, that she got in a fight with another cat, vets said shed die, then they said shed be fine, turns out she couldn't use her legs or control her eliminatory functions so my father had to express her bladder, and we picked up her feces, but she lived happily purring for 3 more years until my parents had her put to sleep. She could climb up and down stairs. Her leg would sometimes spasm.Interestingly enough we now have a cat named China, (from China White) and her brother Max, a long haired Persian, they are so cute and love each other deeply, we adopted them both. They cuddle and kiss and are very dear to one another. China is so loving she will come and rub up on you, she is more affectionate than any cat I've ever known, she always wants to touch you or vice versa. Big stomache, lots of fur, she sheds. Max the persian makes weird head movements when you go to pet him like your hand is an airplane circling, and he will put his butt to you and lay down and turn around.We had a cat Timmy who was a balanese, looked siamese but longer hair, he would pee in the toilet, come when you called his name, act more like a dog then a cat. He was very loving but died of renal failure.I had another cat named Cruise who had some serious health issues, would always meow and want to eat more but was so skinny. He lived only a few months from when we adopted him but he was pure white and at the end he slept with me in bed for a whole week while I was in bed much of the time too.I still wonder if raw food diet could of helped Shiny, Timmy, Cruise, and I have a cat Shadow now who is looking thinner. Shadow is like Timmy, very personable, he comes on walks with me, very affectionate, rolls on his tummy.well sort of disjointed but I love all the cats here at my parents, and the chihuaha Frodo now. The love from them is real, and days I turn off the pc and fast they keep me company and they are highly sentient. My cats also can tell when I am in an altered energetic state such as fasting or meditation.
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nice story eric.
i presume you've recovered from the bike accident?
your china is a bit like our ophelia who seems to be the most chameleon like of any being i've met. when she's with the dogs, she is a dog; when with the rabbits, she's a rabbit; when with the chicken we had, she was a chicken. she's attracted to everyone.
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i presume you've recovered from the bike accident?
your china is a bit like our ophelia who seems to be the most chameleon like of any being i've met. when she's with the dogs, she is a dog; when with the rabbits, she's a rabbit; when with the chicken we had, she was a chicken. she's attracted to everyone.
in friendship,
prad
yes, people can be cruel but also loving. feed energy to the love.
I tried canistel, sapote, sapodilla, mamey, lychee, and more! =)
resting and watching a movie with my mother now, =) she is calling me,