Several days ago I noticed that the younger cat, Kwan was not very enthusiastic with her favorite snack and she didn’t eat much at dinner time. Then, I saw her eyes crying with tears running on both sides! Her head was hot so I realised that she had been ill for a day or two. She also appeared to be losing some weight. This was the first time I had to deal with a sick cat.
One evening I let the two orange cats slept outside the house as they went off on a hunting adventure during the night. I could recall that the rain poured down unexpectedly during the night. So, Kwan probably came down with a flu that night. But I didn’t notice her strangely quiet and slow reactions till the following day. She suddenly became very lethargic and slow at responding to my usual call. I wished my cat could learn to speak so I would know how she was feeling. I felt quite bad for being so slow at noticing changes in her reactions to food. I thought she would recover on the third day but it seemed she had runny nose as well as tearful eyes.
So, I had to do some research on the internet and follow some discussions on sick cats and how to treat such conditions. At first I thought I might have to bring her to the vet. But I realised that would probable traumatise my cat even further as she was so afraid of strangers and dreaded the sound of engines. Most vets preferred to give all kinds of injections and expensive chemical medicine as a routine procedure. I had seen several cats’ owners posted on social media about their cats dying after taking vaccines and injections. My trust in younger generations of vets and doctors have become close to zero.
Several years ago, I used to have lunch with old friends in a food center close to medical school which happened to be close to my friend’s work. I was quite horrified after eavesdropping on young medical students’ conversations. I was very curious about their habits, culture, lifestyle and aspirations. An old friend during my secondary school got accepted into a medical school in the north of the country. He was from a very poor family so I gave him my new box of operating tools as a parting gift. I was supposed to go to a medical school as I had been setting up my own lab at home and bought all the expensive tools for my own biological and scientific experiments.
My keen interest in scientific and biological experiments made my parents very pleased as they thought they would have a medical doctor in the family in the near future. So, they gave me all the money I needed to buy my tools and gadgets. Fortunately, I changed my mind at the last minute to the chagrin of my parents. But that was one of the best decisions I ever made in my life. So I quietly gave all my tools to my poor friend. Later on, he wrote me a letter thanking me about the gift which he found very useful during his study.
I happened to be back after a few years’ studying abroad so I went to visit my old friend at his university. I spent a whole week in the campus among medical students and my friend told me all kind of horrible stories about bad medical students who should have failed their exams but did manage to sail through with some tricks. So, I realised that not all young people wanted to become doctors because they wanted to heal people. They just wanted to become rich and gain high social status as doctors. There were truly horrific stories of how some students left patients to their own fate during the night; my friend had to stay behind to look after the whole ward of patients whenever some students decided to escape from these duties.
Most people here would pay high respect to doctors and believe that they would take care of their lives as someone in their families. I had learned to accept that they were just ordinary people who had ambitions and desires just like us; so they wanted to be rich and successful in their career. My handling of doctors here often surprised them as I never put them on a pedestal or gave them much adoration like others. I even refused to take some medication and asked about their negative side effects; I even told the doctor that I chose not to take those tablets. This caused an uproar among the nurses and the head nurse asked me for my reasons. I told her I would rather feel the pain and experience the decrease in its intensity so I would know that my body was healing gradually. Long time ago, my acupuncturist friend told me about the usefulness of feeling the pain in our body. It’s like a meter telling how our body is trying to heal itself. So, I had learned to meditate on terrible pain for which most people would have to take special medication. This turned out to be very interesting and useful years later when I was involved in a bad accident in which I could meditate on the pain so that it became detached from my sense perception. I could walk into operating theatre without feeling any pain. But when the doctors started to treat my wound, I could feel sharp pain as I let my meditative guard down.
I had met a few good doctors who dared to tell me the truth about the financial management in some hospitals. Doctors who didn’t prescribe certain drugs or didn’t give out large prescriptions would be under the radar of the management by the end of the month. My cousin used to be the marketing manager of a drug company so I heard many stories about the relationships between drug business and medical profession. Sometimes I felt quite sorry for those good doctors who were under lots of pressure and dilemma. Phew! I was glad I didn’t go to medical school although I wish I could have been to acupuncturist school in England. The best thing for me would be to go to a natural healing school! But there could never be such a school in our society.
So, I decided to heal my orange cat myself. I have been taking Ivermectin for almost a year as most people around me had two to three jabs. I used to fall ill because of their shedding of spike proteins everywhere. After taking Ivermectin, I could live a normal life without being too worried about being among vaxxed people. But I noticed that the old symptoms would come back whenever I stayed in air-conditioned room full of vaxxed people. So, I had to take our traditional herbal medicine every two hours to arrest the flare up.
I divided the tablet into smaller pieces and gave my cat two small pieces of Ivermectin in the afternoon. The poor cat was feeling very feverish and weak; her breathing was very fast and strained. This told me that her body was fighting very hard against the intruders. I did some prayer and gave my cat some reiki healing. I took three courses of Reiki and crystal healing years ago. Kwan slept for hours; her fever seemed to have subsided by late afternoon. But in the evening her eyes started to be tearful again. I had to give her a second dose of Ivermectin.
The following day I went to town to get a syringe and a certain traditional Thai herbal medicine which was well known for curing fever and disharmonious chi in our bodies. Several cat owners said they cured their cats with this local herbal medicine. I got three packets just in case I might need these myself one day. I was very glad I got these herbal tablets. I had to break the tablet into smaller pieces so that I could throw it into Kwan’s mouth. The taste was quite bitter as this was made from herbs. The syringe was very useful for feeding her warm water after the bitter tablet. Luckily Kwan was very subdue and let me forced her to open her mouth more easily.
I prayed and waited for the result several hours later. If she didn’t get better, I might have to bring her to the vet in town. I just didn’t want to put Kwan through that trauma of being among strangers in a place smelling of chemical and disinfectant. To my delight, Kwan seemed to be more alert and active after her long nap. She became hungry and ate some food. Her fever had completely gone in less than six hours. The following day Kwan has regained her usual vitality and good mood. She seemed much happier and more playful. That’s a relief and I thanked divine intervention in healing my dear little cat.
I am in deep trouble for being so attached to my orange cats. But what could I do since they happened to be here by fate. The first adopted stray cat had led to three generations of orange cats (six cats altogether during the first two years). Now I have only two precious orange cats with me. So, I have to look after them as best I could; they are such good friends and guardians during the night. They have taught me about compassion towards all animals big and small. I have learned to communicate with cats, dogs and snakes with my mind and I have come to the conclusion that these animals are telepathic. I just have to learn to communicate with insects! These are very difficult creatures to understand and share my thoughts with. My life would have been really dull and boring without orange cats.
Wishing you peace, good health and prosperity.
Stay strong and cheerful.