The psychic and the cat
About ten years ago, I decided to see a psychic on the Gold Coast. I’ve always been curious about what the future might hold so I booked myself in to see John the psychic.
Whilst I can’t remember everything that he told me I remember he was pretty adamant that I’d be the proud owner of a cat.
John: “I can see you with this cat. It’s a white cat - and it’s like it’s your cat.”
Me: “Umm. I don’t like cats. Sure you’re not seeing a dog, a white one?”
John: “No, it’s definitely a white cat and its yours.”
Me: Oh… OK. (This guy’s crap)
He later told me a few other things, that I’d work in Government (that did come true) and that I’d have the partner and family I deserve, I just might have to wait (yep still waiting genius…).
Flash forward to November 2010 and I find myself the proud owner of a white fluffy cat that I named Rupert (after the bear - another story another time). Getting a cat was never something that I’d thought I’d do - and psychic man’s brilliant vision certainly didn’t influence me to change my mind overnight.
After being in a relationship with someone who owned a cat, I got to observe the close bond between and animal and his owner first-hand. I’ve never had a pet - so didn’t know what it was like. This cat was different, though. He had a personality and was pretty special.
So, when the relationship ended I felt like I not only lost the man in my life - but I lost his pet too. In a matter of a couple of months, I found myself driving 40km in the rain to pick up a tiny kitten.
I imagine it would be something like having a child. You go through all the trouble preparing for it. You anticipate the day with excitement. You get nervous and not sure if you’re ready for the responsibility. But you go ahead and go through with it anyway!
I left the breeders with Rupert in his cage, meowing all the way home. I brought him inside and let him explore his new home.
It didn’t take him long to settle in and become part of my world. I discovered he’s pretty special cat. He’s turned non cat-lovers into mush (my Dad often bypasses me when he visits and goes straight to Rupert!) He helped me fill the void I was experiencing being single - again. And was there for me constantly over the past 12 months through a lot of change in my life.
One year on, I’m glad Rupert’s here and here to stay. I’ve become ‘one of those people’ that talk about their animals, laugh about their antics and get mad (not for too long) about their naughtiness. I’m happy I finally made the decision to have an animal in my life. And while I’m still looking for all those ‘people things’ that we all want in our life - my furry friend will be there to cheer me on.
