Last week I had been overwhelmed by cat’s emergency and other cat’s drama. Suddenly my calm and quiet day was swamped with one cat’s drama after next from morning till evening. My quiet morning was shattered by my gardener’s yelling for help : “you must come quick. It’s Pickles, your cat!”. My heart dropped as I was afraid of hearing some bad news about the old cat having an accident or something worse. My gardener was not very fond of cats and she was carrying the cat all the way from my neighbours’ house some 200 meters away.
I rushed to the veranda to see how the two were doing. My gardener didn’t know how to carry a cat! So, the cat was draggling from her two front legs. I was amazed that Pickles did allow herself to be carried that way. My gardener told me that Pickles always greeted her every time she went to do some odd jobs at our neighbours’ house. Pickles had decided to migrate to our neighbours’ house three years ago. She couldn’t recognise her own niece and nephews after they had come back from their stay at the vet’s clinic. She hissed at all her family members and she felt too unsecured as the male cat were getting bigger each day. I had to carry her back from the neighbours’ house three times. But she still kept going back there. So, I had to accept her decision. Luckily, my neighbours became very fond of her and had spoiled her by giving her two small mackerels everyday!
Pickles is amazingly smart and resourceful with independent mind!
My gardener shouted to me that the neighbours went away for over a week so there was no one to look after the cat. She found Pickles standing on top of the wall of the house crying for help. As soon as the gardener went closer to see her, the cat jumped down from two meters-wall to ask for help. My gardener was moved by her reactions that she decided to take Pickles to our place for some food. Luckily I had stocked up some wet food for my cats. So I poured one sachet into the bowl. We then realised that this poor cat was really hungry. She ate very fast and I had to give her a second one.
Pickles had not been back to my place for almost two years. But she still remembered how to get upstairs. She was so light, weighing just over one kilo and her body was very skinny. I did wonder why the neighbours could leave their house for such a long time. Pickles’ reactions to my place were quite interesting. She kept on sniffing for the other two orange cats’ scent around the house. Luckily, the two cats were sound asleep on their table. They didn’t have any inkling of their grandma’s visit to the house.
Joan and Kwan were sleeping deeply without knowing that the grandma was around!
Pickles walked around the kitchen and the house for a while. Then I decided to take her downstairs to the garden as I didn’t want to wake up the other two cats. Pickles sniffed around the lawn and trees; she was on high alert most of the time. At least she still remembered me and was as loving as before. I had never seen her shrunk so small like this. But at least she seemed healthy and happy, she must have missed my neighbours a lot too. My gardener told me that they were both allergic to cats’ hair so Pickles never had been touched or massaged the way I did for her. I felt rather sorry for the cat as Pickles really liked to have her loose hair taken off by caressing her body. I spent some time with the cat in the garden to observe her reactions. I had a feeling she would return back to her new abode where she’s the only cat of the castle!
Joan is now almost six kilos; Kwan is about 5 kilos; they are double the size of the grandma!
I went back to my work and left the cat guarding the staircase. After three hours the cat disappeared from my house, the gardener couldn’t find her either. Then she told me that our elderly neighbour’ youngest son was in hospital with brain cancer. He was about forty-five years old; lately he started to have very bad headache and it got so bad that he couldn’t stand straight. The doctor found that he had brain cancer. Luckily he had no children, but married with lots of wealth. My neighbours decided to transfer him to more prestigious hospital in Bangkok. They had been looking after their son for over two weeks in hospital already. I asked my gardener if he was fully vaxxed, she said she didn’t know. But I reckoned he had been fully vaxxed as my neighbours (the parents had two jabs each.)
This cat was thinking hard about all the scent of other cats! What should I do?!
Several months ago, I did have a long conversation with the neighbor (father) about the danger of “experimental gene therapy” approved via emergency decree without being responsible for any negative impact. I thought they wouldn’t take the jab as they were highly educated millionaires. It seemed peer pressure and main stream media were successful in getting people to accept the jabs. My old friend also fell into this trap and is now suffering from negative effect on her ears and hearing. I have been prescribing vitamins and supplements to detox spike proteins and graphene oxide to a few friends with very good result.
More strange scent around the place! How could I live in this place again?!
There are now more cases of high society people and rich VIPs suffering from brain cancer, after their being fully vaxxed. Some people actually collapsed during live broadcasting or filming of the television program; people could see them collapsing on the ground. One person was yelling “we just had our vaccination!” He probably realised that he had become one of those people on FB page with shared negative experiences of taking the jabs. They are new victims being maimed or killed everyday reported on a special Thai Telegram channel. I had to meditate on kindness and equanimity as more people are showing signs of illness from the jab. I could only share some Ivermectin and vitamins to ease the sufferings and pain of a few poor people. I could see the deteriorating physical conditions and it’s already too late to lengthen the life span; some people just didn’t take my advice seriously enough. But I still made a special trip to deliver packets of vitamins and ivermectin. I was also concerned that my cats could get the shedded spike proteins from fully vaxxed people. Hopefully, Pickles would be saved as the neighbours had to avoid touching cat’s fur because of their allergy.
The two orange cats had no idea that they missed out on their grandma’ s visit. They slept until their dinner time. Actually I had to wake them up for their dinner. In the evening, they both disappeared into the bush for several hours. They have grown up a lot and are strong cats with muscles. I guessed they went hunting for some extra food as we had reduced their quota by about fifty percent. Kwan, the younger sister cat would come to sleep on the table at night. The brother cat, Joan, would sometimes disappeared during the night.
In the evening, I walked to my neighbours’ house. The cat was on the wall calling out to me. She jumped to the ground so I could give her some dinner. That’s my job! Feeding these orange cats as they helped making money for buying cat food!
Joan did surprised me by taking a mouse up to my front door. As soon as I opened the door he would be running inside the house with a big mouse in his mouth. Kwan was curious and wanted to see what Joan had in his mouth. Joan would growled while running around the house tryjng to find some privacy. So, I chased him into the spare bathroom and closed the door behind him. After a few minutes, I opened the door to see what had happened to the mouse. Joan has put the mouse behind the water bucket. He looked at me asking me softly if he did something wrong. I told him to get back at his business and to finish what he’s doing. It’s better to have a quick death than a long painful one. I heard lots of noises like someone was kicking the water bucket. Then, all was silence.
I opened the door again after fifteen minutes and Joan came running out and asked to be let into the garden. I could see some black string in the bathroom which later dawn on me as the tail of a big mouse. I decided to close the door and got on with my packing. Kwan went back to sleep while Joan went back to the bush next door. I couldn’t have imagined that life could be so engaging and shocking just by keeping the company of orange cats. They reminded me of basic necessities for survival and the need to be grounded and realistic in this crazy changing world of uncertainty. Joan must definitely be psychic as I was wondering how to get rid of the mouse that kept climbing up to under the roof and made lots of noises. That night silence reigned in the loft under the roof. May all sentient beings be well, be free from sufferings and sorrows!
These cats do feel the sudden plunge in temperature at night. I had to give them a thick blanket and cushion. They slept all day and woke up for dinner. What a life for orange cats! No wonder my gardener was quite envious!!
Wishing you peace, good health and prosperity.
Stay strong and cheerful.