As I write this blog, my faithful cat, Tuppence, is sitting at the side of my computer, bathing in the energy of Maitreya. He actually has a few problems in that he has no nose to speak of and so when he eats he tends to blow his food all over the plate. He is incredibly sensitive, terrified that someone is going to hurt him; and he sheds hair 24/7 all year round We have had him for 4 years now, and he was approximately two years old when we got him from, of all places, the Humane Society in Canada. No, we did not get him in the USA. We actually took him sight unseen and paid for his vaccinations and handling fee over the phone via credit card before we had even seen him. Why did we do that? Because I had a cat when I was with my ex-husband. Although it was his cat, it was a very faithful friend to us both.
When I decided after meditating to get a cat with Alan, I was shown that the cat who had died at age 17 of kidney disease had now incarnated again and was waiting to come back home. I searched the local animal shelters and finally saw him. The only thing was that he was in Canada (was this an accident or arranged?). When I called the shelter to inquire about him they told me he was available for adoption and asked how I was getting there. Was I going by ferry?
“Ferry?” I asked. Are you on Bainbridge Island?” which is a very popular tourist attraction island only accessible by ferry or boat.
“No,” they said. “We are in Victoria, British Columbia.” Of course, I told them I could not possibly go there, but Alan said that if I wanted that particular cat we would go, and the next day we set off via car to collect him.