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post #31 of 55
I love all my kitties, they each have their own special "thing", but I have the closest bond with Chester. I think it stems from almost losing him a week and a half after he came into my life, and then getting sick again 3 weeks after that. I stayed up all night giving him food and water through a syringe that second time because I didn't want him to get dehydrated like he did the first time he got sick. If I hadn't taken him to the vet when I did (the first time he got sick), I don't think he'd be here today. He's always been my special boy; he's such a love and so laid back nothing bothers him. Plus he absolutely loves getting scritches and pets. And his purr melts my heart everytime.
post #32 of 55
Thank you all for sharing such loving and lovely memories. For those who are missing their kitty soulmates, I envy you that closeness with a kitty, and cry with you for missing them now.

I love my cats dearly, and Will my avatar boy is the sweetest love. But my soulmate pet was a dog named Sheba. She was my companion as I grew from a 21 y/o new Mom into an adult. She was like a sister to my first child. She was there when my (now ex-) hubby went to sea in the Navy. She was there to help me feel safe at night, and to be a friend during the day. I loved her dearly, but since she was 6 when we met, I didn't have her long enough.

I think Lexie (my 10 y/o daughter) and Garfield may be soulmates. They sleep together, with Festus, and they just are especially close. When he was bugging her by playing with her hair at night and waking her up, I told her to shut him out of her room. She insisted she couldn't, because she can't go to sleep without him. And he has no idea how close they are, he just thinks it's normal, because he has been here since 8-10 weeks old. He probably thinks every cat has a kid to cuddle with all night. He loves us all, but he adores Lexie.
post #33 of 55
My present soulmate kitty would have to be Emmy. I really think she totally understands me, and I understand her.

My RB soulmate kitty was a female kitty that I had for a short time when I was single. Her "nice" name was Baby, but her real name was B*tch. She lived up to both names quite well. She would wait for me by the door when I'd come home from work, and as soon as I opened the door, she'd jump up and into my arms. My landlord didn't like cats and told me to get rid of her. The apartment had a really bad problem with mice, and she was a good mouser, so I told him that I'd get rid of the cat once he got rid of the mice. Naturally, the cheap SOB he was, Baby was allowed to stay. But, I swear she understood what he said and remembered...'cause the next time he stopped over, (a few weeks later), she jumped up his leg and landed at the top of his hip, claws out, and slid down his leg like he was a firepole!
The other thing about her was she loved water!! And she could turn doorknobs. So when I'd take a shower, I'd have to lock the bathroom door. Imagine my surprise, though, the first time I'm taking a shower, and she jumped in with me! Especially since I knew I had shut the door. She about scared me half to death! Unfortunately, she got out one day and was hit by a car.
post #34 of 55
Oh I love them all, but my soulmate was Toby. Don't tell George. I love George with all my heart and soul, too. He just doesn't like to be cuddled and Toby would not stay off my lap

Here is a picture of him from his scrapbook . I don't know where the bandana came from. If I had to guess, I would say he borrowered that from his doggy sister, Sabrina.

post #35 of 55
That would have to be my Poocha... She died when I was in high school... I had her for 14 years and we knew each other so well... she always knew when I needed her... she'd be in another room and if I was crying in my bedroom she would just appear... when I would pick her up she would wrap her paws around my neck, nuzzle her head under my chin and give me hugs... whenever I was sick, she would lay with me and there was one time that I had an ear infection when I was really little and she let me fall asleep with my head on her belly and when I woke up my ear infection was gone... she was my heart... I miss her so much.. RIP, poops...
post #36 of 55
Absolutely! Cupid is definately my soul-mate kitty. I can't imagine meshing better with a cat, dog, or person in my entire life. It might be because we spend so, so much time together, but I'm connected to him in a way far deeper than I ever expected. I can tell what he wants just by looking into his eyes and he can certainly tell what I want (or don't want as the case may be). I felt it in my heart when I first saw him, and he looked up at me and stared at me until he fell asleep. We've been staring deep into each other's eyes for over a year now and every day I feel closer to him. To my astonishment, I love him more every day as well and I go to bed thinking "there's no way I could possibly love you more tomorrow" and at some point during the day, it happens. It's like we're gradually becoming the same entity. I'm madly in love with him!

And I'm glad I got that out, because everyone else would think I'm nuts!
post #37 of 55
Yup, with Cairo. I am sooo sad that she is living with Mum, and she misses me, too, but she is really much happier there and that's the most important thing.
post #38 of 55
Emma and I grow a little closer every day, and I can't imagine our little family without her, but Oliver is my kitty soulmate, for sure. He and I have long conversations without even saying a word!
post #39 of 55
I definitely think Diddy is my soulmate kitty. She just has such an 'understanding" of me (and the world in general, actually). It's almost like she loves the other cats so much because I love them. If she sees me lovin' on one of them, she will come over and start bathing them and kissing their heads while I'm petting them. She always has to be near me and she sleeps on the nightstand beside my side of the bed with a paw over on my arm or head, or whatever she can reach. There's just a connection there that I can't explain.
post #40 of 55
I have only had 2 cats in my lifetime and I've only had cats for the past 2 years. But.........there is somethng about Charlotte that drew me to her from the moment I met her. We have a very good bond despite the fact she hates being held and will never be a "lap" cat. There is just something really special about the way she interacts with me. It's hard to describe and most of my family has pretty much only seen her "irritable" side. She's just so incredibly sweet and has lots of personality when it's only me and her (and Izzie).
post #41 of 55
Mine was Sunni. I will always hold her in my heart.
post #42 of 55
I've had a lot of cats that I love but some seem to cut closer to the bone somehow. My first cat, Magenta would be one. She went everywhere with me, from New York to a Buddhist monastery in California, to San Francisco, back to New York, down to Miami. again back to San Francisco, and last to Los Angeles. Unfortunately, I found out that cats could give people either Strep or Staph and my daughter kept getting it. What I didn't realize was that Magenta could be treated -- instead I send Magenta to my brother's in Miami and she died of feline leukemia. I've never forgiven myself. For years she slept with her head on my shoulder, my arm wrapped around her. At the monastery, she'd get in my sleeping bag and crawl down to the bottom! She followed me to wherever they assigned me to work. She would jump from the floor up to my chest. She purred if I just said her name. She was sweet and cute and loyal. She was definitely a soulmate.
post #43 of 55
The concept of a soul-mate stems from Greek Mythology. According to the story, our ancestors once had 2 heads and 4 arms. They then committed a terrible sin, for which the Gods punshed them by splitting them down the middle, creating the human race. As a punishment, humans were left incomplete, forever searching for the other half of their soul.

So, if we relate this in feline terms, what do we mean. I propose we mean a cat that understands us as well as we understand them. A cat with whom verbal communication is unecessary, a cat that shares the feeling of intense discomfort when seperated from it's soul mate.

Cat owners are the worst for anthropomorphication, but then cat owners know better. Besides I don't pretend that my soul-mate possessed human characteristics. Of course she didn't, I had them. she had cat characteristics, and that was pretty much the only difference between us. We ate together, at the same time, every day. She slept a little more than me, but if I was smart enough not to go to work, then I may have behaved the same way. Verbal communication was totally uneccessary. This cat never meowed once in her entire life.

I remember walking into a pet store in Guildford, in Surrey, UK. I was after some cat food for Caitlin and Emily, the two cats I had at the time. There was a large cage container at the back of the shop with pitiful mewling coming from it. smiling to myself at my own lack of self control, I dropped the cat food I was holding and walked immediately to the cage. there were 8 or 9 tiny orange furballs in trhe cage, all playing and fighting.One of them stopped and stared at me. The look was so intense, I remember turning behind me to see if this kitten was staring at something else. I returned its gaze and smiled. The kitten just sat there, staring at me. By now I could hear nothing of what was happening around me, until someone at the counter behind me dropped a 40 litre bag of dog food which went "BANG".

8 orange furballs screamed and leapt to the back of the cage. 1 orange furball just sat there and continued gazing at me.

My wife at this point walked up to me and grabbed my arm, trying to pull me away, saying "come on you, we don't need another cat". she might as well have been trying to pull the wall of the building down. Charlotte (my wife) stared at me, then at the kitten, then at me. "3 cats huh", she said. I nodded. I went to the counter and said "how much for one of the kittens". "The males are £45, but the females are £85 as they are much rarer. Tell me which one you want and I'll work out which it is. although there's only one female left so you'll probably have a male. I'll get the one you want out and we can both have a look".

"Dont sweat it, I'm pretty sure the one I want is the female, and I'll take her., ".

Sure enough, the kitten with the piercing eyes was the only female orange kitten in the box. Once we had her out she leapt onto my shoulder and hung onto my neck. to remove her would mean going down a few neck sizes, o we left her there and paid the man. I purchased a cat box at the time, and lifter her off my shoulder and into the box. She went without a noise, without a single meow. I left her with my wife whilst I went back in, and apparantly she went nuts, trying to get out of the cage. Yet when I came back she was immediately calm.

I wanted to name her immediately, even before we got home. She had eyes that burnt with passion, an elegance even at that age, and a sense of distinction that rocked me to my soul.

Carmen seemed appropriate
This was seven years ago, almost to the day. An hour ago I was at her grave, crying for the lost half of my soul, not yet buried for 24 hours. One day I will be reunited with her, and my soul will be again complete. I am sure that with time, the pain will fade, but that time is not yet, and my soul is still raw from the wound.

I will write again when I am up to it.
post #44 of 55
In recent years it's been Minx and Jasper T., and I think some of Minx rubbed off on Jasper. They slept with me - putting up with my tossing and turning. Minx had exclusive use of my left shoulder even when I needed it. Jasper claimed any perch beside me.

Minx died in 2002 at age 8 and is buried in the back yard. Jasper disappeared in early May and I haven't seen him since.
post #45 of 55
Gareth, I had tears in my eyes reading your post. What a wonderful recounting of a special union.

Mine was my Siamese Susie that I got when I separated from my first husband. When I was sad she came to me and purred and rubbed against me. When she was sick with UTI she called to me from the bathroom sink so I could see the blood in her urine (she never once dirtied outside the litter box but she knew somehow I needed to see her urine so she used the bathroom sink and called to me until I came to see what was the matter). When our daughter was born (10 years after I first got her), she lay on my lap while I breastfed and she tolerated things from a crawling, toddling baby that she would not tolerate from anyone else but me. We had a unique and very special bond and I know she's waiting for me over the bridge.
post #46 of 55
Gareth i've joined Linda with the tears because that was such a precious, loving story of how you and Carmen found each other
post #47 of 55
Jack Daniels..most definitly!!
post #48 of 55
Quote:
Originally Posted by Chester&Piper
I love all my kitties, they each have their own special "thing", but I have the closest bond with Chester. And his purr melts my heart everytime.
i just looked up Chester's catster page - i love his black nose, in the midst of all the white - it's just adorable!
post #49 of 55
I love all my kitties, living and gone to the Bridge, but there will never be another Fred. He was my buddy for almost 18 years.
post #50 of 55
Your tribute to Carmen was beautiful.
You were truly soul mates.
RIP Carmen, until you meet again.

Quote:
Originally Posted by Gareth
She had eyes that burnt with passion, an elegance even at that age, and a sense of distinction that rocked me to my soul.

This was seven years ago, almost to the day. An hour ago I was at her grave, crying for the lost half of my soul, not yet buried for 24 hours. One day I will be reunited with her, and my soul will be again complete. I am sure that with time, the pain will fade, but that time is not yet, and my soul is still raw from the wound.

I will write again when I am up to it.
post #51 of 55
I've only really had the two I have currently as mine. Trent and I have a special bond. He's definitely my baby. We have special Mommy-Baby time every morning and every evening.

I think I probably missed my other soulmate kitty, though. My friend (when I was in college) lives on a farm and got kittens as mousers. She named one Snake (after my favorite member of Skid Row, who we were totally obsessed with at the time) and he was mine. He knew he was mine, too. He would come running from anywhere on the farm when my car came up the drive. He wouldn't do that for any other car. He was a beautiful long-haired dark tabby. He was such a little lover. But I was in college, and then I graduated, and I couldn't take him with me from Nebraska to Colorado. My friend told me that a few months after I moved back to Colorado, he started staying away for longer periods of time. One day she saw him taking off across a field and never saw him again. I just hope that he found another farm with caring owners who would take care of a good mouser. I still miss my 'Nakers.
post #52 of 55
Quote:
Originally Posted by laureen227
i just looked up Chester's catster page - i love his black nose, in the midst of all the white - it's just adorable!
Awww, thanks Laureen. Chester sends some purrs and headbutts for the lovely compliment. He knows how much we all love his little black nose here, especially me, I'm always kissing it.
post #53 of 55
Hmmm...both of mine are soulmates for different reasons. Myabe Leo a little moreso. I love them both to death, but Leo and I share something maybe a tiny bit deeper, though both my cats and I have close, deep and incredibly special relationships.

Lola is my little lovebug. She's the one who knows right where to put her head in the morning, so that I wake up to her purring. She's the one who can distract me from my hectic life because she shows me that a little nap and showing the fuzzy mouse who's boss can make everything better.

Leo is my zen kitty. He is apologetic, understanding, flexible and low-maintence. Pet him, he'll purr up a storm. Leave him be and he won't bug you. Leo gets me through those days when you just need someone to talk to. He listens intently without running away or begging you to play with him. Our conversations always end with a leg-rub and some treats. He is incredibly special to me, though, because he never really 'reveals' himself to anyone else. He is ok with other people, but he's only really let me forge a strong bond with him. He is so dear to me and special in so many ways that I can't even explain.

And yes, there's the element that you can't put into words. When I went to the shelter to find the kitty that would be my first, I wanted a middle-aged female. Preferably calico But when I met Leo...who let me pick him up in that very first meeting...it was clear who I'd be taking home. When I went to get my next kitty, I had my eye on a white and buff tabby named Zachary. And I was intent on another ADULT MALE (since big male tabbies are clearly the best cats in the world!). Well, something I can't explain came over me, and there I was, taking home this runty, still-skinny-from-being-emaciated, teeny little 12 week old kitten. It's true that they choose you, and for everything they do for me every single day, I know they found me for a reason.
post #54 of 55
Thread Starter 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Gareth
The concept of a soul-mate stems from Greek Mythology. According to the story, our ancestors once had 2 heads and 4 arms. They then committed a terrible sin, for which the Gods punshed them by splitting them down the middle, creating the human race. As a punishment, humans were left incomplete, forever searching for the other half of their soul.

So, if we relate this in feline terms, what do we mean. I propose we mean a cat that understands us as well as we understand them. A cat with whom verbal communication is unecessary, a cat that shares the feeling of intense discomfort when seperated from it's soul mate.

Cat owners are the worst for anthropomorphication, but then cat owners know better. Besides I don't pretend that my soul-mate possessed human characteristics. Of course she didn't, I had them. she had cat characteristics, and that was pretty much the only difference between us. We ate together, at the same time, every day. She slept a little more than me, but if I was smart enough not to go to work, then I may have behaved the same way. Verbal communication was totally uneccessary. This cat never meowed once in her entire life.

I remember walking into a pet store in Guildford, in Surrey, UK. I was after some cat food for Caitlin and Emily, the two cats I had at the time. There was a large cage container at the back of the shop with pitiful mewling coming from it. smiling to myself at my own lack of self control, I dropped the cat food I was holding and walked immediately to the cage. there were 8 or 9 tiny orange furballs in trhe cage, all playing and fighting.One of them stopped and stared at me. The look was so intense, I remember turning behind me to see if this kitten was staring at something else. I returned its gaze and smiled. The kitten just sat there, staring at me. By now I could hear nothing of what was happening around me, until someone at the counter behind me dropped a 40 litre bag of dog food which went "BANG".

8 orange furballs screamed and leapt to the back of the cage. 1 orange furball just sat there and continued gazing at me.

My wife at this point walked up to me and grabbed my arm, trying to pull me away, saying "come on you, we don't need another cat". she might as well have been trying to pull the wall of the building down. Charlotte (my wife) stared at me, then at the kitten, then at me. "3 cats huh", she said. I nodded. I went to the counter and said "how much for one of the kittens". "The males are £45, but the females are £85 as they are much rarer. Tell me which one you want and I'll work out which it is. although there's only one female left so you'll probably have a male. I'll get the one you want out and we can both have a look".

"Dont sweat it, I'm pretty sure the one I want is the female, and I'll take her., ".

Sure enough, the kitten with the piercing eyes was the only female orange kitten in the box. Once we had her out she leapt onto my shoulder and hung onto my neck. to remove her would mean going down a few neck sizes, o we left her there and paid the man. I purchased a cat box at the time, and lifter her off my shoulder and into the box. She went without a noise, without a single meow. I left her with my wife whilst I went back in, and apparantly she went nuts, trying to get out of the cage. Yet when I came back she was immediately calm.

I wanted to name her immediately, even before we got home. She had eyes that burnt with passion, an elegance even at that age, and a sense of distinction that rocked me to my soul.

Carmen seemed appropriate
This was seven years ago, almost to the day. An hour ago I was at her grave, crying for the lost half of my soul, not yet buried for 24 hours. One day I will be reunited with her, and my soul will be again complete. I am sure that with time, the pain will fade, but that time is not yet, and my soul is still raw from the wound.

I will write again when I am up to it.
I wanted to copy and paste this entire post and show it again because I could not read this enough. It is so beautiful and touching .

RIP Carmen . You were definitely an angel here on earth as you are now at the bridge .
post #55 of 55
This is such a beautiful thread.

I love all of my babies, but Katie is definitely my soulmate. She's been part of my life for so long and has been the one constant through many changes.
She seems to know when I need her to be close and is the only one of my three that I'm ALWAYS able to pick up and cuddle. While Gracie and Pete are very demanding about getting attention (and I'm glad to give it), Katie is my quiet girl. We have an incredibly strong, unspoken bond that is often best communicated with just a gentle touch and purr.
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