Thanks to Bastet, before I begin this story.
I wasn’t going to share this here, and I might just copy and paste for one of my blogs. But after a bit of thought I’ll share, just for the sake of telling a story and letting folks (hopefully) enjoy it.
Those of you who know my name from here know I was very ill. You may or may not know that I ended up in the hospital, nearly died, and came back from the dead. I saw three Egyptian gods that night which I didn’t even know existed until I looked them up aftewards… the death things that hang in hospitals, waiting… etc. It was a very thin veil time, an interesting one despite what was happening, and something I"ll use when writing someday.
While I was in the hospital my beloved Ra the Dollkiller, black kitteh scourge of Chinese Barbie dolls everywhere, passed away.
I am told he tried very hard to wait for me to come home. I wanted to. I was very distressed that he didn’t make it, and I’m tearing up thinking about it.
My kind roommate had him cremated, and his urn is on a small altar to Bastet - that beauty who has watched over my house and my cats more and more lately. I am not being silly when I saw I need to give her a cat treat. She knows what I’m referring to.
So I was told by mental pictures - which can mean anything from me just knowing the future to some kind spirit trying to bring me comfort - that Ra would come back. I just had to wait. I even knew how he would return: I’d be walking along and there he would be by the side of the road, to greet me, looking as sooty black as ever and be ever so tiny.
So I waited for my Ra to come home. But the weeks passed and he didn’t come home, even though the feeling never wavered.
Until one day when it did. And somehow I knew that he’d been derailed, that maybe he’d changed his mind and as much as he wanted to come home he wasn’t going to.
This made me sad, but your animals do that you know. They have their own paths just the same as we do. I admit, though, that I kind of kept hoping.
But I never asked about it when I lit incense to Bastet. I have so much to simply say “thank you” for already, from washing our house clean of curses to just being a wonderful presence.
Two nights ago I was out with the other half playing Spectrek, which is a phone game. It shows you were ghosts are and you go to catch them. It’s an exercise game, and I play it to get me walking at night before bed.
There was this one ghost out of the way from the others. As we reached our destination, this tiny sooty black ball of fur came running across a front yard to greet us. His little legs were pumping for all he was worth to get to us.
There were other kittens in the yard, but he wasn’t part of that litter. He emerged from somewhere else, the other half said, as if he’d been chasing us to get to us. He stopped at my feet.
Ra, I said.
Are you sure? the husband asked.
Ra ra, I said, and picked him up.
You know that body language your cat does when he/she hasn’t seen you for a long time, and they’re just so crazy happy to see you? This kitten did that. And he purred. He purred for all he was worth while butting his head and loving me as if he knew who I was all along.
So I stood in this stranger’s driveway with tears in my eyes because here was my Ra - I just knew he was my Ra! - and he’d come back exactly as I’d been shown he would.
The husband did ask the house if we could have him, btw… the woman almost said no until she recognized us. Which is good because it would have been a big moral dilemma for me if she’d said no. =^-^=
She said she’d been calling him Martian. Okay, sounds good. So now he his Martian Ra, not to be confused with Mum-ra. Or maybe Ra Martian Hunter. We’re not sure yet. He doesn’t seem to care what we pick, either. But he was like that last time, too.
After I’d calmed down I wondered if I wasn’t deceiving myself on the matter. So I’ll do a reading sooner or later. I mean, if I’m wrong it’s not like I’mg oing to get rid of him so I’ve plenty of time.
In the meantime he’s got Ra’s temperament. He’s got Ra’s habits. And.
He jumps in your face when you’re asleep when he’s hungry. Because apparently some things never freaking change no matter what kitty body your’e in.