Bit Kitty? A Witch's Cat?

Last week was all about me being in a kind of surreal frenzy. The following is the real scare factor I left out but promised to share.

I have two cats. A proud and sleek black one named Kuda who almost never misbehaves and is usually where he belongs. And the other, the larger than life amber-eyed devil, named Bit Kitty.

That big boy disappeared last week. Yep, Bit Kitty, who is mostly right where he should be—beside me as I write, in the kitchen begging for food or on the porch relaxing—was gone. I couldn’t find him anywhere.

Night fell and no Bit Kitty. I half expected him to jump up on the windowsill waiting for me to let him in. I kept watching for him. I kept calling him. I searched the neighborhood with a flashlight. No Bit Kitty.

I’d heard all the scary Halloween tales about cults stealing cats close to October 31 for horrible sacrifices. Oh no! My mind reeled with the possibility. But he’s not a black cat, he’s tawny and white, I thought. Doesn’t matter. I fell into a myriad of frenzies over what could have happened to him. A big dog got to him, maybe he’s injured and can’t get home or worse... you know the kind of thoughts I mean.

I was in the last phase of preparing one of my manuscripts for a requested submission, and this happened. I couldn’t think of anything but my cat. I sat by the window wringing my hands. Yet, I’d done all I could for that night.

I took a deep breath and practiced some of the relaxation techniques I’d learned. I even pictured Bit Kitty surrounded in protective light (too much paranormal writing, I know). I saw him safe. And continued to see a vision of him safe and warm. But why didn’t he come home? My logic crept in. I pushed it under. Calmer now, I kept my sense that he was fine. I finished my submission. I sent it in that very night.

Morning dawned warm and sunny. My friend helped me make lost cat flyers. (So hard to do.) We scoured the neighborhood with the flyers in hand. All the while, I thought about Bit Kitty. Where was he?

I got an instinct to search for him in a certain place. I looked through yards and under porches, calling his name as I went. Suddenly, I thought I heard a faint meow. I’d just looked under a porch. There it was again that faint mew. I stood up and faced directly toward the home next door.

Through the glass of an abandoned empty house, I saw my Bit Kitty sitting inside in a window. He looked scared and seemed to beg for my help. He’d gone exploring as cats sometimes do and got himself trapped inside that house. He couldn’t come to me when I called because he couldn’t find his way out. With little effort, I got inside and rescued my cat.

Another Happy Ending.

So is there a psychic connection between my cat and me? Was he calling out for me to come save him? I don’t know. But one thing is certain. I do feel a strong bond with Bit Kitty. If I ever decide to become a witch, he’d make a damn perfect witch’s cat!

HAVE A HAPPY AND SAFE HALLOWEEN!

Kaye