Destiny Is a Little Black Cat …

11.4.2016 | 22:56

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Dragon Dispatches from the Divine Dragon

Last week I shared with you my grief over the loss of my beautiful gray tabby cat, Finn.

This week I’m going to tell you a different sort of cat story, and how it illustrates that there are no mistakes in Life….

We just moved back to central North Carolina from a 2-year stay in the mountains.

Our first summer there was marvelous – we barely had to run the air conditioner (very unusual in the US Southeast!!) – and I had no desire to come down from my mountain.

That was then.

Some people might say it was a mistake to move there in the first place.

I beg to differ.

Rewind to the fall before we moved to the mountains.

We had to say good-bye to another of our cats, and this one was really a heartbreaker:

Isis was the litter-mate of our Osiris, the tiny Yin to his loud Yang.

Isis

She had a congenital condition, Cardio Hypertrophic Myopathy.  (Medicalese for an enlarged heart.)

In the fall of 2013, we noticed one weekend that she was bit quiet, and not eating.

We scheduled the first available appointment at the vet, but on a Saturday evening, we noticed a rapid decline.  We were going to take her to the emergency vet the next morning.

But then she really started to deteriorate and we took her that night.

We were too late.

She went into cardiac arrest while they were tending to her, and we had signed a DNR form.  So they didn’t resuscitate her.

We knew she had a degenerative condition, and didn’t want to prolong any suffering she might endure.

She was fiercely independent – she hated to cuddle, even though she had a very sweet, loving personality – and we felt as though she left this life as she had lived it, on her own terms.  No long, sentimental, tearful good-byes for that one!!

In any event, she had a very large spirit for such a tiny little cat.  She knew she was named for the greatest, most powerful Egyptian goddess….

Isis099

(photo courtesy of Vin Libassi at www.spiralpath.net)

Now fast forward to our sojourn in the mountains:

Our first winter there, which had been pretty mild, a little black cat started showing up on our back deck.

As I mentioned in last week’s article, we’d had experience with feral cats and TNR, and figured we’d be doing it again….

Not quite.

One weekend, our next door neighbor approached our patio door.  As I opened it, I glanced past him and saw his wife carrying a little black cat.

They thought she was one of ours, and had gotten out by accident.

They had dogs, a lot of dogs, and when she wandered onto their property, they were afraid the dogs would unintentionally hurt her, by playing a bit too rough.

Well, she wasn’t ours when our neighbors brought her to the house, but….

We popped her into Osiris’ “play pen,” and after several minutes (and almost as many treats), we coaxed her into a cat carrier and brought her inside.

Osiris_2_Web

(Osiris in playpen)

She looked so much like Isis, and had a similar personality.  With one huge difference.

Murphy loves to be picked up and cuddled, and will purr non-stop….

The following weekend, we experienced the most bitter, coldest weather we’d experienced thus far.  The overnight lows were in the teens, before factoring in the wind chill.

And that little sweetheart would have been out there in it.

If Isis hadn’t led her to our door….

(Yes, that’s our story, and we’re stickin’ with it.)

So, was moving to the mountains a mistake?

Ask Murphy.

Murphy_Bed_Pose

It is our firm opinion that Isis led us there so we could be in the right place at the right time to offer a little black orphan cat a “forever home.”

Isis’ spirit was simply too large to remain on this plane, but she guided us to where we needed to be, so Murphy could help fill the hole her passing had left in our hearts.

Murphy is a lot like her in many ways, but she has her own distinct personality, different enough to be unique.

We have been doubly blessed by the pair of them….

8 comments


  1. Jace
    April 12, 2016 | 10:56 pm
    Reply

    The right place at the right time. Thank you, Isis. High paw Murphy.


    • daletchworth
      April 13, 2016 | 12:15 am
      Reply

      Jace, Murphy’s shy, but she gives you the high paw back. 🙂 Debra


  2. Donna
    April 14, 2016 | 2:16 am
    Reply

    Awwww 🙂 love it! Purrrrrr


    • daletchworth
      April 14, 2016 | 3:01 pm
      Reply

      🙂


  3. Brad
    April 14, 2016 | 3:39 am
    Reply

    Another beautiful story that captures a lot more than a cat. It speaks to me of things that aren’t always noticed and how we can find direction when we are open to it.

    Perhaps, Isis is Murphy and went through a transmogrification of the soul. She’s mystical you know.


    • daletchworth
      April 14, 2016 | 3:04 pm
      Reply

      Brad, it’s amazing the insights we can have if we just stop and listen, whether it’s on the physical plane or the metaphysical. Neither Diane nor I would be surprised if Murphy’s a reincarnation of Isis — she may have wanted to come back and enjoy the cuddles this time around. 🙂 Debra


  4. Andrea Caprio
    April 19, 2016 | 12:02 am
    Reply

    As a hug cat fan, I just can read all your stories and purrr. Oh and especially about black cats, Most of my cat where black


    • daletchworth
      April 19, 2016 | 12:51 am
      Reply

      We love having black cats too — three so far. Debra

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