Home Again, James

We’re in our new house!  You all know we cats [and most of our sibling animals - remember the Asian Tsunami, most of us escaped it] are very sensitive to energies. Well, they are wonderful here. Even Daisy, who has spent the best part of two months trying to chew off her backside [despite our keepers’ attentions], has been rolling on her back with delight. And her backside is nearly healed. 

I would love to spend more time here in this incarnation, but the Great Cat has it all planned out. 

I know they were worried about Holly, but she settled in the quickest. Even the local cats are friendly! I’ve not needed to revert to my bruiser persona. Having said that, there’s a fellow black and white bruiser about ¼ mile away, but our territories don’t overlap. No loss of face for either of us.

I’m sorry if my last piece was a little sad, but I’m afraid it’s true. I’m still purring for England, but my movements are much slower. I’m being watched like a hawk for problems with my eye. I must admit to some serious pain a couple of weeks ago, and I was whisked off to the vet. They wanted to test for pressure behind the eye, and were talking about removing it.

I can’t see out of it, but my other eye is perfect. I don’t fancy operations at my age, and I certainly don’t want my eye, useless as it is, taken out. I know if my keepers see me in pain, another trip to the vet beckons, but my female keeper has been healing me every day, and I’m happy as a cat in a field full of nepeta cataria!

One of the worst aspects I suppose you humans have with felines is that few of us live to 20 or more. I would love to spend more time here in this incarnation, but the Great Cat has it all planned out. At some time, who knows when, this column will be passed over to Daisy or Holly. Milo isn’t interested. One of my keepers’ friends, a psychic, has told them another cat will come to them too. So s/he might have the gift.

I know when Harry left a few years ago, and Poppy, and Ch’Bee, the personalities of us all changed. We try to compensate for our brother or sisters’ absence.

So, I’d like to turn to the way many of you live. How many of you believe you are worthless, or unlovable, or incompetent, or undeserving? A sizeable number I suspect. Millions.

Would you say that about us? Are we not the very epitome of worth, lovability and grace? And how we deserve a wonderful life!

WELL SO DO YOU.

Every one of you reading this is a magnificent creation. The Great Cat doesn’t put you on earth to ‘cope’, to ‘live lives of quiet desperation.’ You are not here to be abused, put down, and continuously compared with others. You talk about ‘supporting our troops.’ But your troops are off in some foreign field fighting for an improbable cause. Dying and being injured for those who run the planet. And thrown away like trash when they can no longer hack it.

Everywhere you turn, you are taught and reminded that you are ‘useless eaters.’ Think I’m exaggerating? Do some research.

You women are infinitely more that your shoes, your hair, your clothes and your make-up. And you men more than your beer, cars, machismo and football teams.

Your kids are more than their designer clothes, ‘attitude’ and unlikely appearance on ‘X-Factor.’

If every one of you realised you are all part of the oneness, are part of each other, as we are, and that the planet and universe are truly wonderful places, if you could only shake off the yoke of subordination, a heavenly choir would sound in celebration.

We cats are loved because we are more than large or small cute bundles of fur and tricks. We are loved because we love and respect ourselves. We couldn’t buy into your lies about yourselves in a million years. You love us for who we are. You love us for giving you a glimpse of what’s possible.

Upsetting though it may be my time here as the feline sage is running out. But who wouldn’t want to share their lives with another magnificent creature who houses the spirit of Jimmy? And Billy and Jack.

My male keeper loves the poignant song ‘Living Years’ by Mike and Mechanics. Here is an extract which captures my point:

I wasn't there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears

The line of most significance in the song is ‘I just wish I could have told him in the living years.’ Well I’m telling you all, let go of the lies, unlock your potential, and don’t wait until it’s too late to accept and appreciate yourselves. The Great Cat intended you to be here. Your free will allows you to celebrate your life or mark time until it’s over.

At the place I first met my keepers five years ago, they had a metal arch made [which they had to leave in situ, as it weighed half a ton]. It had inscribed on it “Cette vie m’aime.” Check it out.

See you next month. And by the way, watch Sky Channel 200 [Fridays 8 to 10 p.m.] on June 17^th. One of the four wonderful programmes features Jack Stewart in conversation with Dr Alex Loyd, founder of the Healing Codes, ‘the greatest healing discovery since medicine.’ Go here – www.mbslifestyles.com

Jimmy