Quotations to Remember

It’s a shame we don’t know the identity of the person who wrote the following very beautiful lines to a cat. But all we can find is that writer is “anonymous.”

Certainly, though, this is a quotation to be remembered:

“You see the beauty of the world

Through the eyes of unalloyed content.

And in my study chair upcurled,

Move me to pensive wonderment.

I wish I knew your trick of thought,

The perfect balance of your ways;

They seem an inspiration caught

From other laws in older days.”

-Anonymous

A Prayer Of Appreciation For Cats

Dear God,

Today I was depressed, and knowing this, my cat came and sat beside me. Her presence reminded me of all the good things in my life, and my depression went away.

Having my cat near me, purring with love, made me realize that it is you whom I should thank for giving cats to the world, a gift that can truly benefit all humans in so many ways.

Thank you, God, for the love and loyalty of my cat and thank you on behalf of all humans who love cats for your kindness, compassion and wisdom in giving us the companionship of these wonderful friends to remind us of the joys and blessings in this life.

Lessons from Cats

IMG_2861The Importance of Listening: Something Cats Know, But Humans Too Often Forget

A very wise person once said, “Everybody lies. But it’s okay, because nobody ever listens.”

When we humans are young, and our hearing is good, we often forget to pay attention to what is being said to us. That means we’re not listening. And by not listening we’re missing something — something that could very well be extremely important. Something that might keep us from making a mistake. Or from getting hurt or even killed.

Maybe what’s being said to us isn’t very important, because humans, particularly young humans, have a way of talking a lot but saying very little. Still, it’s a fact that the world loves a good listener. And just the act of listening can help up win friends and influence people.

As we grow older, we all lose our hearing. Some of us are wise enough to invest in hearing aids. Others are too proud to admit they’re deaf and struggle along trying to figure out what’s being said. But there’s one thing we all learn: How important it is to listen.

Cat’s already know this. The’ve known it all their lives, and nature has endowed them with a couple of remarkable listening devices —ears that rotate like acutely sensitive satellite dishes, to tune in on the sounds around them.

Watch your cat’s ears move when it hears something. Your cat knows how to listen. What it hears may be something endangering it. Or it may be the sound of prey —something to eat. Or a refrigerator door opening. Or the sound of an automoblie bringing its human home from work. Cats know how to listen. How to pay attention. They don’t want to miss anything.

Think how much you and I might be missing when we simply tune somebody out by not listening. Unless your’e old and hard of hearing, it’s very easy to do. And it could result in problems. Small problems and big ones. So let’s all learn to listen.

Cats can show us how.

Cat Conversations with Smokey and Timothy

THE BEST CONVERSATIONS OF SMOKEY AND TIMOTHY

Conversations between Smokey, an elderly former stray cat, and Timothy, a little black kitten, were by far the most popular regular features in the early days of Cats Confidential.

This feature was included by a Belgian author in a new book she was writing and has drawn compliments from around the world.

Cats Confidential has compiled many of these conversations in a new book entitled “How to Be A Cat,” and will be carrying selected reprints of some of thse articles within our new online format.

A WAY TO LIVE FOREVER

It was a hot, steamy summer day, and Smokey was investigating a spot under a pair of very old Virginia short-leaf pines as a potentially cool place for his afternoon nap. The ground was covered with pine needles and shaded not only by a huge rhodedendron so big it overlapped the porch at the Grey Rocks Cat Santuary, but also by a large mountain Laurel.

He was preparing to settle into this spot when little Timothy appeared. The two sniffed noses, and Smokey knew something was troubling the black kitten.

Timothy curled up close to Smokey, “I just found out Aunt Fluffy died. It’s so sad.”

Smokey rolled gently on his back, adjusting the pine needle bed to his proportions. “I know, buddy. We’ll miss the old girl. But she had sixteen good years, and that’s a lot for a pretty tortoiseshell who spent most of her time outdoors.”

Timothy looked at him solemnly. “Uncle Smokey, where do we go when we die? Mama used to tell us there was a cat heaven, and that if we were good we’d all go there and meet all of our cat friends and even see our favorite humans again. Is that true?

Smokey adjusted himself in a cool, stretched-out position. “Nobody knows, Tim. Sounds kinda nice, though. And a lot of humans believe it too. But they don’t know any more than we do. We’ve got to accept the fact that there are other possibilities. Maybe when we die it’s just—well, it’s just all over. Or maybe we start over again.”

Timothy’s eyes grew large and question. “Start over?”

“Sure. In nature everything works in cycles. Days, years, seasons. Dyin’ may be just one more stage in the cycle of life. A lot of humans believe they’ll come back and live another life. Kind of an interestin’ theory. But there ain’t no way to prove it.”

Timothy realized and rolled over on his side. “Well, I know we can’t live forever.”

Smokey sat up and scratched a flea and then began licking his paws and rubbing them across his face. “Well, actually, Tim, there is a way we can live forever. I’ll give you an example. Back years ago when I first came here to the Sanctuary, there was an orange long-haired tabby named Napoleon. Our human just loved him better than anything, and he loved them, too. And they still talk about him, what a wonderful cat he was. How he’d always come when they called him. How gentle he was with the other cats. How loyal he was. They’ll always remember him. He died of cancer, but in an way he’s still alive, because our humans will never forget him. I guess you’d say ol’ Napoleon will live in their hearts as a long as they live, and that’s kinda like livin’ forever.”

Timothy looked up at Smokey.

“That’s a nice way to think about it, Uncle Smokey. That memory is a kind of magic that makes the little kitties you love live forever. Do you suppose Napoleon knows it?”

Smokey settled back into a crouch. “Maybe he does. And ol’ Nap sure knew what a cat’s philosophy should always be. That for all we know, this life may be all there is, and so we need to make the most of it. Enjoy it, dont’ worry about the future and dont’ ever forget the humans who’ve been so kind to us. Keep showin’ ’em how much we love ’em.”

Timothy curled up , ready for his nap. “Thanks, Uncle Smokey. I feel better now. I know our humans loved Aunt Fluffy, and that she’ll keep on living in their memories. I hope that someday I will, too. .”

Smokey yawned. “Me, too, buddy. Me, too.”