Susanna – Why am I compelled to live with cats all my life, never able to go more than a few weeks without them?

I asked my beautiful power animal teacher to take me to the tribe most appropriate to answer this question, and after walking through tall grass together  we arrived at a huge meadow full of wildflowers.  I asked for the chief storyteller of the wildflower tribe to please tell me the story of my connection with cats.

She was taller than most of the flowers, and I first became aware of her by her lovely fragrance.  I saw that she was creamy white, but somehow not a camellia, or really any flower I know in the middle world.

Here is her story:

Once upon a time there were a bunch of stars in the sky, spread out like the flowers in this meadow.  You and the cats you’ve loved and will love were a starry tribe together.  This starry tribe decided to have an adventure and come down to the earth and take an entirely different form from your usual fiery, bright existence, so you all became soft, silky, furry creatures with bright eyes to reflect the starlight you came from.  But you, Susanna, decided to be extra-different and explore an existence even further away from the starry tribe, and dared to try the human form and life.  As your reminder of star-life, you had to have red hair!

At first the rest of your tribe was very dismayed and was terribly afraid that you and they would be separated and wouldn’t be able to have fun and adventures together, but the choice was already made. And you were scared, now that it had been done, scared that you would be separated from all your friends and kin.

Soon everyone cheered up, because the whole tribe agreed to stay linked by the heart, no matter what the adventures.  The cats would have Cat adventures and the human would have Human adventures, and as a tribe would not forget to take care of one another.  You would all be part of a thread.  But to make these adventures true learning experiences you each would forget most of your previous existence, and only remember dimly when looking into each other’s eyes.

When the adventures were over for all the tribe members, they would return to their starry home and share their knowledge and experiences with each other.  Still, while the starry cat tribe was living on this earth, they and their human counterpart would be able to share gathered knowledge and love among themselves, enriching each other as they lived.

I thanked this beautiful flower for her story (and her heavenly fragrance!).

I asked my power animal teacher what the moral of this story might be, and he said, “You have kinship with those who do not look like you.”

This was a very personal story!

There is an added meaning for me to this story:  that my last kitty was named, or named herself, “Violet”.  She died almost a year ago (of FIP) and of course I still miss her.  Interesting, then, that it was the Flower Tribe, the wildflowers, that told me this story.