They constantly amaze me, the things they come up with to do. I wonder sometimes why, and how they figure these things out!
Little Big Man, though, is very much an enigma to me. He has only been here about maybe 6 weeks. I have a foster who was traumatized that I've been trying to socialize and she would spend most of her time behind the blinds against the sliding door I have in the kitchen that goes out to a wooden deck (with stairs going down). She was meowing for days, and I would meow back to her just to let her know I was there (I'm still working with her, another long story LOL), and she'd answer, which I thought was a great beginning way to communicate. She never never meowed when I was in the room with her though, only when I was elsewhere.
One day I was in the kitchen doing some dishes and I heard her meow, surprising since it was the 1st time in my presence. She meowed again, but I realized it wasn't her; it was coming from outside the sliding door.
On the porch, huddled in the corner, starving and boney, meowing at the top of his lungs, was Little Big Man (only 5 1/2 months, it turned out). I brought out a bowl with a can of food, put it down, and sat down on the other side of the porch to let him eat.
As starved as he was, he wouldn't eat. All he wanted was for me to pick him up, which I did (he eventually ate once I found out he was healthy and fine and took him in). He purred in my arms like an engine. I was in love.
At that momeht, Ellie from the rescue group showed up to bring me things for Snowflake. (the feral). I'm known for my weird timing. LOL Ellie saw me walking out from the corner of the building with this gorgeous cat in my arms, shook her head, and said, "Oh, no, Deb, what did you do?" I said he was on my porch, what could I do? We didn't even have to say anything else. LOL She knew.
I had him checked out by a vet, and tested, and he was in perfect health. Not even an ear mite. Nothing. Just very, very hungry. So I took him in.
I told you that story to tell you this one ...
That was all of about 6 weeks ago. The minute that cat came into my house I knew there was something very special and unique about him. He has an aura that I've never experience in another cat (and I'm up there, and have had quite a few). Some of the things he did were almost eerie. He was only here a couple of days when he was sitting at the doorway to my bedroom, and the fishing rod toy with feathers was laying on the floor next to him. Just to the air really, because I was tired, I said, "I wish you would just bring the toy to me so I could play with you. I'm too tired to get up." He actually picked up the toy and brought it right to me in bed. Things like that happen with him all the time.
I'm not the only one who's noticed how unique he is. I knew I really shoudln't take on another committment to a 3rd cat, but I had this feeling that this was meant to be for some reason that I would eventually discover, but I knew I he had to stay. It was very strange. Of course, everyone I knew gave me the riot act when they heard I adopted another cat. I got all the lectures up the kazoo until they held him.
Every single solitary person, and they didn't know each other, picked him up, looked at me with this look of amazement on their faces, and said, "i'm sorry, you can't get rid of this cat. He's meant to be here."
I'm not kidding either. The other thing people say when they hold him is that he has this amazing ability to calm. One friend had been ill and was in pain, . When she picked him up, looked her directly in the eyes, touched her cheek with his paw, then the top of her head, then just lay on her lap to be pet. She was amazed and said that she actually felt better afterwards.
I'm telling you ... eerie. You can tell he is an old soul. Everyone who meets him says that too. It's just so obvious and just washes over you. He was meant to be here. I can't explain why or how. In fact, I found out after the fact that he had been out there on my porch talking with Snowflake for two days, and never left until I found him. He had to be "sent" somehow.
In fact, I was talking to Ellie today about some of the things he's done and reactions I've had from people, and she said that it sounds like he's a therapy cat. She said cats like him are very rare to find, with not only that gentleness, but that aura of calm that they are capable of giving to people and that washes over you.
We were talking about it, and she is going to contact some people she knows who do that sort of thing, and try to get me and Little Big Man involved with those who bring animals like that to senior citizen homes and to the mentally ill as part of their therapy. He seems to have it all for that, and that may be the reason he was sent to me, because this is something I very much would want to do (I even started an application process to do this before he showed up). Someone else might not have seen it, or been able to do the therapy thing, but I have a situation now where I can.
This may be the reason he was sent here, and I was meant to find him.
Sorry about the story being so long, you just got me thinking about him and the outcome to the therapy thing, which just happened today. If you've actually had the courage to read this far, thank you. lol
The best thing is that there is still the part of him that is a normal, funny, regular, everyday cat that does all the wonderul and annoying things a cat does. You should see the picture I posted of him in the "show me your snotty cat" pictures. LOL I'm so crazy about him.
It just constantly amazes me that he acts (and it feels) like we've been together forever, and it's only been 6 weeks.