Nine years ago my beautiful baby boy Five was born. It was
an auspicious day. I had just begun a very deep spiritual training that has
brought about more changes than I can even begin to fathom and am still
benefitting from.
Five came into my life early November 2004. He came in under
very sad circumstances. I had just suddenly lost my beloved cat Zephyr to a
fatal fall off of my mantel. Francy, Ralfie and I were in desperate need of life,
new young innocent kitten life.
At 8 Weeks old I met Five at Anti-Cruelty in downtown
Chicago. I was unsure if I was doing the right thing adopting a baby kitten so
close to the death of Zephyr. Five
was very patient, playing in my purse as I had my existential crisis. Then I
looked at him and he told me he was ready and so was I. The match was made.
Five is named for my favorite number. It is a symbol of
freedom and that is definitely what Five (the cat) stands for. He has always
been my greatest advocate for spiritual growth. My clients know him well as he
hops between my lap and theirs during a reading session.
He is probably the hardest working cat I know. I always know
that when I fly Five will be in the cockpit making sure that everything goes
smoothly. He patrols my house and if there is ever any noise that is out of the
ordinary he is the first to reassure. He helps many animals that I work with
through my animal communication to feel at ease and relax. My DBF (dear
boyfriend) enjoys hearing Five’s reports on the house, food situation and other
cats’ activities.
Every year that I spend with Five I learn more about him and
find more love. Thank you Five for bringing your amazing healing gifts to my
home and sharing them with not only me but my clients, too.
In honor of your special day, FIve, I hope you enjoy your brand new
litter box. A practical gift for a practical cat.
(FIve while writing blog post. He sat right there until post was complete.)