So, it’s early Sunday morning and I’m sleeping upstairs in a corner room. It’s sort of out of the way from the main traffic, and especially from the Kitty Thruways. New digs of a sort. And I start hearing a mournful cry coming from downstairs. I know the story immediately.
Rajah just lost his Kitten Buddy of 15 years – he’s never known a day without his grey and white counterpart Puck; well, that he remembers anyways. And now the house seems empty and he’s sounding lost and alone. Yeah. I hear ya kitty.
So I call from upstairs and eventually he finds me and his mournful meowl changes. You have to be able to understand kitty-speak. Normally his language consists of “prrts” and “trlls”, which cover the basic day to day talk – mostly kitten-to-momkitty stuff he never grew out of or replaced with cat meows. And of course there are purrs. A whole separate language of purrs, too, but that’s for another Blog.
His previously crying, however, pretty much said, “Hey! Where is Everyone!” And after he followed my voice and when he reached the upstairs room, his language changed to another type of meow, which I understood.
“Hey!” it demanded, “Something’s wrong! Fix it!”
Yes. Something’s wrong. Something’s—very, very wrong. And there’s not the magic wands left in the world to fix it. For you and me both. So here kitty—cuddle up and purr. There’s still magic enough left in a kitty’s purr for times like these.
Thank God for that.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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Ah... you touched my heart with this... we lost a 12-year-old "purr-line" extraordinaire last fall... and our other cat misses him, and seems to have taken on some of his personality. I totally understand when you mention all their, trills and purrs, etc.. they have such a unique language. ...and I'm so sorry for the loss you're experiencing... :(