I’m not sure where else to post this as I’d like to know what exactly is going on. I have been reading about cats and spirituality. A bit of background, I am not exactly a cat person, I have 7 dogs. I wouldn’t say I “hate” them, I used to go around my old area where there were a lot of cats and feed them when I can, important to note that this was not regularly. I am now back at my parents’ house, far from where those cats were.
I’ve had a few odd experiences with cats but I’ll write the two that stood out and stuck with me.
The first encounter was last August or September after I lost one of my dogs, he was literally one of 2 I was most attached to. I had him cremated, the day after his ashes arrived, there was a gray and white kitten that sat outside my gate and stared at me for the longest time and tried to come to me. I still remember how this kitten made eye contact in the weirdest way, not angry, scared but just looking into my eyes. I still can’t explain it. I found this odd because no cat would dare enter the gate or come close because my dogs and my parents dogs aren’t very friendly to cats. Needless to say I tried to keep the kitten out, ran in to get cat food to feed but when got back out the kitten was no where to be found. I even went out of the gate looking for that kitten.
Next encounter that stood out was just last night. I went to a friends wake. I went out for a bit to smoke, I was just standing with 2 other friends. Then and there a white and orange cat with a wound on his head walked behind me and kind of lightly “rubbed” its body against my pants turned around and did the same thing before laying down. This is a stray cat I have never met or seen. The cat just lay down behind me touching my heel until eventually leaning on the back part of my feet.
Yes I realize this does sound weird but these stray cat behavior/ encounters only started after I lost my 7 year old and when I hit rock bottom. When I say rock bottom I mean not just losing my 7 year old boy but when life got a little too tough to handle and frankly I’m still down here. I’d like to know if this just me over thinking? Or is there some sort of reason for this? To be honest, that very first encounter with the gray and white kitten, I thought my 7 year old boy was “visiting” me. Is there anyone that can shed a little light on this?