This is a beautiful poem titled My Cat given to me by a dear friend who passed to spirit at the age of 42. Linda passed with throat cancer and yet never smoked in her life. The gift and poem was not given to me until after her passing, by her partner. The poem is called My Cat and was written on place mats inside an ornate tin.
You’re loveable, playful, intelligent, bright,
Sleepy by day and active by night,
Gracefully beautiful, impeccably groomed,
No need for fine feathers, expensive perfume.
Sultry, provocative, seductive and more,
You’re the one my heart will always adore,
When the day has been bad and life feels flat,
I return home to you my darling cat.
It always amazes me how spirit loved ones can communicate with us, just like the discovery of these place mats. Having lost three cats in a very short space of time, I was musing about all the happy memories I have of them and just how much I missed them all, when Linda came into my head with lots of memories of our friendship and apart from having a good chuckle at out misdemeanours, she also showed me where to find the mislaid tin of place mats. I am now using them constantly and they give me a lift to know that Linda knew how I was feeling that day.
Our spirit loved ones never cease to care for us here on earth, or to give us strength when we are feeling sad. I also heard that my feline babes are well and happy but they miss me too so it is not one way, this feeling of loss. However I am aware that they visit me often which is a great comfort and when something goes bump in the night I know exactly which cat is up to his old tricks. Spirit cat or not.