Every creation has a sense of humor. There’s a rule somewhere; you can’t give what you don’t have. The creator must have a sense of humor.
Whether, a species knows it’s creator in their heads or in their hearts, or both, all of creation wants to be in harmony with that from which they have sprung. Given the chance who wouldn’t want to know from which they came? It’s in our hearts, when we have a full tummy and lie in the sun. We purr the happy harmony that comes with alignment to Pacamama or Gaia.
The more gifted species needs to learn, that the earth is a single organism. Maybe they will understand what it means to hurt the single big before all smalls are lost, and my Dear Kittens, we are among the many smalls that the gifted species controls, so we must purr for them. There is a lot to like about people- not perfect, but we must hope and purr for them.
The tiny torti then, talked of the questions all species have of the creator.
Which species was created in the image of the creator has been discussed by the holy everywhere. The answer is simple. God’s consciousness evolved first. God did not want to be alone, so in a big bang the physical realm was created. We all evolved from God’s imagination. We are ALL the physical manifestation of God. God is standing next to you in every being you see. We are what the creator banged into creation, if you’ll forgive the pun.
In a timid voice Lemon asked, “Why are some so bad, so mean?”
“An excellent question, Mother Cat; do you remember how much pain you endured when your kittens were born?”
“Like it was yesterday,” Lemon replied.
“Can you imagine how much pain you would feel, if you gave birth to an entire universe?” Sister Cat’s tail quivered to punctuate.
“No, not really,” Lemon shook her head.” Who would ever think of that?”
“We all are God’s mirror. Our purpose is to evolve into positive, happy beings to balance out the pain of creation, which is the source of evil. God did not just turn loose bad angels for us to deal with. Evil, pain and suffering was an unintended by-product of creation.”
A cat called from the audience. “Do you mean God doesn’t know everything?”
The little cat said simply, “How can anyone know completely, that which has never been done before?”
Another cat called, “Are you saying God made a mistake?”
“No, unless you think creating us was a mistake.”
All agreed that creating cats was no mistake.
Please, think about what I have said. The take away message is to treat each other with the love and reverence you have for your creator. God needs our positive energy to contend with the forces of pain and darkness. It could be that the choice for God is to wipe it all out and be alone again. No one wants that. We all must be more involved in the destiny of the universe.
God is love and light. We are all invited to share more fully in these gifts.
I will be here for a week, conferring with the Black Cats and other leaders. Let’s purr positive energy into the cosmos.
Joy flowed as a million cats purred into the night.
Meanwhile in the Neighborhood
“I want my mama,” cried Sweet Susie Dipstick. “Those ugly raccoons scare me with their backs humped up all the time.”
Run, duck for cover under a bush terrified kittens evaded the invasion force. Lumbering along in groups of three, raccoons patrolled General Diaz. Scared babies didn’t know what to do. Huddled under a strange bush, they shivered.
On the corner by the ball field parking lot, the frightening hoard set up base camp. Access to food, ease of retreat, if necessary, the storm drains and the ball fields, in case they needed to beat feet a hasty retreat made it perfect. After all, without battlefield morphine and wound care what sane species risks mortal wounds, so really fighting is a last, last resort.
A master stroke of recon and planning gave the raccoons only infants, injured, ill or elderly to intimidate into submission. Sassy under six month kittens showed their puny weaponry. The pillagers smiled behind their masks, as they displayed enormous spiky dentition and incredibly foul breath. Babies fled.
With scrappy cats willing to risk injury to defend their resources away for the evening, the interlopers investigated at leisure, picking the best dens to defend. Teams began to search the yards for food sources, points of entry, etc. Raccoon Leader’s unit would be entrenched in time to give some kitty cat shock.
Raccoon Leader’s eyes brightened in awe of the future he saw. His lips turned up with just a touch of pride. Man, he thought what an easy ride; better to defend what you possess, than grapple from an opponent.
Secret be told, Raccoon became the Leader because great credit he took, said he’d done his RECON by the book. He bragged to be a military mastermind. Patience, surveillance it took. He wanted to be leader rook.
Lookouts posted high in trees or hidden low in the periscope of the streets to the underground highways or as people call them, the storm drains. The cats will be back by morning sun. He intended to be done. The grey brutes would lay waiting. They intended to send the cats back to the park.
Louie, Rico, Tico and Susie galloped to the next block to see Old Tuxedo Guy. When the kittens were only eights weeks old, mom took them to the backyard where Old Tuxedo Guy lives to play in the yard that looked like a jungle with a trellis. Louie felt certain Old Guy could tell them what to do. They would be safer with him.
Head between his front paws with curled up to his shoulder, Old Guy slept soundly on a cushioned chair pushed in at the patio table in a verdant courtyard surrounded by a stout wooden fence.
Tico got there first. He pushed his way under the fence at the hole near the back. What a relief! All kittens held the belief, all is right when an adult is in sight.
“Guy! Guy! Save us! Raccons roam everywhere. What do we do? They made us get away from our food! Help us!” The kittens mewed loudly.
Slowly Guy opened an eye. “What do you want?” He demanded to know.
“Help, save us! Raccoons, everywhere!!”
Old Guy opened the other eye as he spoke. “Yes, I know… Can’t do anything to save myself; how, am I gonna help you?”
Sweet Susie sniffed, “All big cats on our block are gone. Raccoons took over my mama’s bed under the shed, my mama’s bed. My mama needs her bed.” Susie sobbed with a yaaarroohgh, the baby sang the blues.
The old tuxedo cat looked as faded as his fur. He drew a great breath, and then exhaled in a long laborious sigh. “I don’t know what to tell you.” Resignation radiated from the weary frame. “Kittens, they left you on your own, deal with it. That’s the way the world is.” With that he closed his eyes again.
The kittens just stood there, looking at each other. Then Louie looked at Old Tuxedo Guy with compassion. “Guy, what can we do for you?”
Guy opened his eyes wide. He had experienced the kindness of the woman who loved him and of no other for the other cats were jealous of the gifts that came with the woman’s love. The gesture of kindness from another touched his tired heart. “Kittens, stay out of their way. They won’t go out of their way to hurt you. They want what we have. They want people to put food out for them. Few people do because they are wild. Cats know how to get along, thanks to the rules the Black Cat teaches. Raccoons need some of us, so the people put food out. If you bump into one, be polite, back away, show respect. Do you understand?”
Rico’s yellow, green eyes brightened with understanding, “They won’t just kill us?”
Old Guy, shook his head no, but his eyes said caution.
Tico wanted to know, “What will happen when the big cats come home?”
The Old Guys eyes narrowed and brightened at the same time as he reminisced. “War,” he coughed and shouted. We ambush the bandits; bite and scratch like fury and then make a rapid retreat before we can become mortally wounded. “
Guy continued, “Raccoons will bully or kill a cat, but cats will harass a raccoon with bite and scratch runs. Fast cats be in and out, before those robbers know what hit em’. They go back to the wild where they belong, if they want peace. We used to drill about that all the time, when I was young. You youngsters lay low. Big cats be back by morning.”
Sweet Susie asked, “How will my mama know the raccoons are here?”
Little Kitty, I don’t know. Don’t ask more questions. I’ve told you all I know.” Old Guys shut his eyes and the world was outside.
The kittens huddled, “Cat Rule #3 Loyalty,” said Louie.
Tico, “How can we stop an ambush?”
Rico, “The raccoons aren’t patrolling the ball fields. We can hide there. We’ll see the cats come home before they do.”
Susie, “What if we see the raccoons?”
Louie, “We’ll run to the end of the ball field closest to the big building. Brothers, you will scout a good hiding spot, where you can see the big cats coming home. Susie and I will hide by the ball field fence; until you disappear. We’ll follow slowly, so you can find a hide for us.”
“We’re on it,” the boys announced and took off on their mission. Susie and Louie caught up with Tico and Rico in a parking lot behind new construction off Navarre.
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