Just a Random Cat?

Friday morning, I was woken up by some ruckus going on in the kitchen. As I grudgingly dragged myself from bed to see what was going on, I heard "meow". Well now, we do have a cat... But she's not exactly the sweet meowing type. In fact, as a die-hard cat lover for over 40 years, Flower had managed to cause me to re-evaluate my stance in just one short year.

Flower

So, anyway, I heard this meow and went to see what madness was taking place in that kitchen. My sig other was in there holding an orange Home Depot bucket and quickly rattling on about how he found this kitten outside and was trying to put him in the bucket. His plan was to take him to his job and pawn him off on someone there. His plan failed miserably.

"But a bucket!" I said... "I'd be scrambling to get away from you too if you were trying to put me in a cold bucket!" Any self-respecting cat lover knows that cats love boxes not buckets!

I went in to wake my son up so I had some assistance in this unwelcome morning venture, because while I do normally get up that early, I'm not usually functioning at more than a basic, rote, almost robotic level... And I go back to bed after I put the girl child on the bus. I'm pretty sure the synapses aren't firing until after 9am and several cups of coffee.

As I was standing over my sons bed, shaking his arm a bit with one hand and clutching a frightened kitten with the other hand, he looked up at me with partially closed eyes. I need help with this cat I told him- let's go, you've got to get up. "I just had a dream that was so weird" he said "we were out in the garage and we found a kitten." I looked at him a little quizzically.

As we tended to him throughout the day; feeding him, washing him and snuggling with him; we watched as he transformed from a skiddish kitten to a bit more comfortable and accepting of our efforts. It was then that the kids decided to name him Random Cat… because, in their little minds, it was just so random that he showed up in our lives.

We pondered the journey that Random Cat must have been on before coming into our lives. Was he abandoned by his mother who may have been a stray? Was he tossed out of a car window by a heartless owner who didn’t want kittens around? We will probably never know what experiences Random Cat had to go through before he ended up in our carport. We know he was out in the rain and that he hadn’t had much to eat in a few days at least. That much we know. But as for the rest of his journey, we can only guess. But somehow, for some reason, he ended up seeking shelter in our carport.

One of the things that got me really thinking about Random Cat and his story is that my daughter, who is 8, has been trying to manifest another pet into her life for the past six months. She’s gone from wanting a dog to a cat and of those she vacillated between different breeds; switching up every month or so! And when I say she was trying to manifest this, I am dead serious! She used positive affirmations, magic and even went so far as to truly believe that her new pet was already here… she just couldn’t see him yet. I began to wonder a bit- did she manifest her pet… or did Random Cat manifest a better life for himself? Or maybe it was a little of both.

So, you see, Random Cats name is a bit of a misnomer. It serves as a constant reminder that sometimes, just sometimes, the things that seem random aren't really random at all. Sometimes the universe conspires to bring us the exact right people at the exact right time... And there really isn't anything random about that, now is there?

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