Gandalf is over a hundred pounds now at seven months old. He is adorable. His crazy brother, Merlin is eight months old and thinks he is a jaguar. Or a dog. That boy is a little special. Each morning my husband emails me from work and asks, “How are you and zoo?”
My three old kitties, that we had hand raised almost thirteen years ago, came home after being at the shop for over two years. Let’s just say they don’t love Merlin. Gandalf is loud and furry and naughty too. I didn’t get chicks this year. I think eight cats, a giant polar bear, and seven chickens will do me just fine for now. But I tell you what, this zoo makes me laugh. Every. Single. Day. It’s a motley crew over here on Pumpkin Hollow Farm!
Two loads of wet laundry hit the winter ground with a thud and instantly were covered in dirt. The entire clothes line had fallen. I had asked my husband to tighten it for me months before but the real culprit was probably the innocent looking puppy who had pulled half the clothes off the clothesline the week prior and shredded them. I looked over and two new articles sat on his bed. I glared.
Instead of cleaning up the freshly washed clothes I walked indoors. It would wait a moment for me to compose myself. Moments later Gandalf had one of my shirts from an open drawer and was running madly around the house.
Instead of crying, losing it, or pouring a shot of whisky, I grabbed the leash. We both needed it. We walked three and a half miles. We made it home just in time for my appointment with a client. I have found that there is always time for a walk.
Really, I wish I could get a proper picture of these two blurs, but they are constantly playing and moving. We missed an opportunity (perhaps it is not too late) to name the four month old, gigantic abominable snow puppy, Hugo and his little black sidekick, the five month old Merlin, should have been George from the Bugs Bunny cartoon (my own little bunny rabbit…”
The whir was happening right behind me yesterday as I typed but these kids are fast! The kitten jumped on the chair, the puppy trying to catch him. The puppy pulled the tablecloth to get to Merlin and down went all of the oil lamps. Shattered chimneys carpeted the floor. Gandalf scared himself so much he backed up into the hall. They upset the big, black, older cat so much that Booboo chased Gandalf in circles until he begged to be let out.
“How’s the zoo?” my husband emailed from work.
“Hugo and George at it again!” I replied.
The leash came off the wall and we walked. We passed hundreds of chirping and bleating red winged blackbirds. They have returned. The villages of geese congregated for a meeting on the wide expanse of lake as the sea gulls danced above. The mountains in the distance were a violet hue against great blue sky and the golden fields and reeds stretched out around the glimmering, icy waters in technicolor. Calming breath entered my lungs as the puppy skated slight on the ice as he licked the frozen water. We were exhausted and happy as we skipped home.
A simple walk daily can improve your outlook, bring you back to present, connect you with what’s real, and with the natural world, and will help your heart in more ways than one! Being a new parent to a puppy and kitten not required.
The tiny palm-sized kitten that we brought home not even a day after being born is doing wonderful. He is three months old now, feisty as can be, and ridiculously cuddly. We dropper fed him every two hours and he was a little slower to figure out how to eat, drink out of a saucer, or to use litter, but the other cats have different roles in his care and he’s figuring it all out. The two younger have become his playmates, and the older two are there to cuddle him and smack him if he starts getting out of hand. Merlin is very social after traipsing around everywhere in my shirt for six weeks. These days he is just home with the other cats keeping it safe and happy.
It’s almost Halloween. At the shelter that I worked at many moons ago we did not adopt out black cats during the month of October for their own safety. In both shelters I worked at, black cats were adopted much less than other colors. Many people are still wary of black cats.
All cats throughout history have been known to be powerful protection. I have a lot of students and clients come to my house and shop. I always watch my three cats at the shop and my five cats at home to see if I can trust someone.
The cats tell me if someone is outside as they stare in unison intently out the window. If there is a storm coming, cats will tell you. When someone broke into our car, my large black cat kept pawing me awake. When I wouldn’t budge he went in to the kitchen and disturbed dishes to make a racket then returned to my side in bed meowing and nudging me. In the middle ages cats almost became extinct. The mass killings of cats created an epidemic of infected mice and rats and the Plague ravaged the country. Cats could have saved them a lot sooner.
People can get ridiculous when they are fearful. In the 1500’s if cats were congregating in an area it was thought that they were having a meeting whilst plotting more killings of humans through their magic. Meanwhile women who were healers- herbalists and midwives and wise women- were being killed as witches. The cats that they kept for companionship (being a healer is lonely work) and to keep mice out of the dried herbs and ingredients were used to prove the woman was a witch. The color black is used for protection. So black cats and black clothing are/were common among magical folks.
But cats don’t just protect us against rats and strangers, they sense energies, spirits, and changes that we may not be attuned to. They protect against negative energies/entities. That is why they make such a fine Familiar for modern witches. Witches are probably not what you think, they are men and women who spend their lives trying to raise positivity and light in this world by lighting candles to pray for good, by setting intentions and manifesting, by helping guide others through uncertainties, and by using the traditional healing arts to make real changes. A cat will stand by while one lights candles and raises positive energy. A cat will dispel negative energy and will always be a loyal companion.
During this time of Samhain, when the veil is thinnest, you may think you hear laughter or talking from someone who has passed over. Odd happenings are common right now, and deceased grandmas and old friends are just popping by to say hello. Your cat will make sure everyone is on the up and up.
I have had a cat my entire life. From my first beloved cat of my own, Serina, who slept above the heads of my children in their cribs, her arms around their heads to keep them safe, to the wild kitten stalking my feet right now, my life is all the richer from having cats.