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 Â£45, but the females are Â£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.