i'm a mutt, inversely to my kitty. he's white underneath with a dark cloak -- like a lamb in wolves's clothing. i'm some kind of lower-class folk parading around in a deity's facade. but as masks often allow, the eyes give it all away.
i've set my desktop to a photo of my kitty, now recently deceased. i sit still and look at his face, and through all his fluff i can see the definitive feline skull -- a direct descendant of egpyt's domesticated companion. he could have been my cat in ancient egypt.
maybe he was. maybe he's always been my furry little guy.
this made me think of the woman who reads for me -- she once mentioned that one of my helper spirits is an egyptian named ali. all of a sudden, one of my childhood stuffed animals, a white cat with a pink nose, is showing in my mind as significant. significant.
maybe this is my sign that no matter how many trials and tribulations are experienced along the way, trusted and loved ones can always be found. my beloved kittyfur has been there in the past. he's beside me always.
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