By guest blogger Jackie, a client with a wonderful story to share.
There are pets and there are pets. We love them all, but occasionally we may be blessed with a magical connection. This time round, I wanted THE cat vs A cat.
My two cats and I have been in transition since Alfie arrived two years ago. He is smart and too clever, but as a result, was bored and restless. Pip was not interested in entertaining him. Although we were all content, the energy felt unsettled.
It seemed to me that a new being was the answer; I always enjoyed having a trio. Through Kelly, the boys’ needs were clarified, but this would be a challenge – we have two strong kitty personalities, plus my need for a soulmate, and a small NYC apartment – no room for conflict. Since Pip had a traumatic experience with an adult cat a few years ago, this needed to be a kitten.
The mission began in September. Fostering made sense, but neither of our two attempts was a match for all of us, and saying goodbye at the end of the fostering period was heartbreaking.
I moved on to shelters, websites, pet stores, Craig’s List. So many kittens – I kept a research notebook. I was frantic in my efforts. Nothing worked out, nobody felt right.
Kelly had one word of advice – patience. She assured me that the universe will send me this being. This virtue is not one of my gifts, but I gave it my best shot. Weeks passed. No cat in my Christmas stocking? Nobody called about a kitten in the blizzard? Seriously? How could he/she not want to be in my arms? If there were A cat for me, how exactly was this going to happen? JUST WAIT.
During this waiting period, I had two insights. First was the fact that the cats with whom I had meaningful relationships in the past chose me. Then, I realized that I was not paying attention to what really mattered – the big picture. Whatever that was, I knew I had not experienced it. JUST WAIT.
Then – I received a call from a rescue group I had met on line about a “special” four month old rescued kitten who had a rough beginning. They were looking for an owner who would be willing to work with her. I met her a few days later – I felt like I had known her forever. It was so calming, like being with an old friend. I knew her name would be TESS, and that I would be able to be patient and give her the time she needed to settle in.
Now a couple months later, Tess has completed us. She fills in our spaces. The energy in our home feels balanced. Alfie is happy to have a trainee for his many hobbies. Pip appreciates simply being admired. I have the lapcat who cuddles and looks deep into my eyes. Three cats seem easier to manage than two. They all walk around smiling and purring.
I choose to believe that Tess is THE cat for us. I also know that had I fought the timing, this may not have happened.