Some people believe that animals are part of the reincarnation chain. I wonder as I look at Mz Lizzie curled up on the bed beside my PC. Is she exhausted from the life she led before or is she re-energizing for the next life ahead of her? She is perfectly content to lay there most of the day, just waking up to see what particle of food or drink I’m bringing in to nibble on while I read online. She’ll pounce onto the worktable next to me, sniff my cup, then turn her nose up, content that it isn’t something she will lower herself to taste, then turn around and leap back onto the bed, find a fresh spot and settle in again.
She has awakened me in the middle of the night to communicate something to me. I don’t always understand what she is telling me, but most often I do. This is amazing to me even after going through this for the last eight years. At times, she will also very gently pat me on the shoulder with her paw while I’m deep in concentration writing and lost in a past century. The first time she did that I nearly jumped out of my skin. Writing can be intense.
If life goes as I expect it to go, we should be coming to an end about the same time. So I’ve decided that I’m going to take her with me when I go. Maybe in out next lifetime I can be the cat and she can pamper me.