|Affinity with catkind
||[Feb. 2nd, 2008|07:48 pm]
In describing my spiritual affinity for cats to people, sometimes I feel like I need to explain that I'm not a furry. I'm not a cat. I'm a human who feels a calling to be a friend of cats. I definitely feel a sense of responsibility/stewardship toward them and don't in any way have any sense of identification as one. I wear cat items (jewelry, even socks) as a reminder of this connection.|
It used to be that I sought cats out - scanning neighborhoods I was in for feline occupants, and the like.
Now they seek me out. In my neighborhood, I have made friends with several cats whom I know by name. On my walks, they come up to me.
Recently in a bookstore I'd never visited, I was standing there showing my used books to the manager and a few employees, when a large, fluffy cat came up and introduced himself to me. He must have been thinking, "Aha! New person whom I've never seen before! More attention!", but people close to me notice the affinity and how it's gotten stronger over the years. When I'm at a home of someone who has very shy cats who normally don't come out, frequently they'll come out and start loving on me, and the person will comment that the kitty never does that for strangers.
Of course I'm very close with the cats I have, but I'm not surprised anymore when strange cats appear in my path out of nowhere and sometimes even leap into my arms when I bend to pet them.
I used to have cat statues (a Bast, and a blue glass cat) that were among my collection of religious objects. I don't know what happened to them. I have glass cat candleholders though.