Reunited With Oliver.
A few years ago I had noticed that there were three young cats roaming through my complex. They were siblings whose mother had disappeared from one day to the next.
Unfortunately, they were also varying degrees of feral. I had a feeling that they could be tamed if only someone would take a chance on them. I was reluctant to take them because I had my own cats. It made me sad to see them with no shelter. I asked friends and coworkers but no one wanted a cat. I decided to continue feeding them in the meantime. Eventually, I decided to take them in, if only to foster them until I could find them a proper home.
The most feral of the cats happened to be pregnant but I still wanted to take her in. I figured that her kittens would be easy to place once they were weaned. Unfortunately, she gave birth to and lost most of her litter before I could capture her. It was heartbreaking but I was determined to follow through with my plan.
Imagine my surprise when she gave birth to one final kitten. He was so small and sweet. I named him Oliver because he reminded me of Oliver from the movie Oliver and Company. For two days he seemed all right. Then he died suddenly. Even though I’d only known the little guy for such a short time, I was devastated. When I talked to my sister later, she reassured me that I’d done everything that I could and that somehow, someway, Oliver would come back into my life. I periodically thought of Oliver and wished that he would come back into my life and happily live this time.
Cut to today. I had read and watched The Secret periodically over the years but lately, I had been wanting to really put all of the practices into play. I was seeing miracles every day and really making an effort to feel good and show gratitude. My sister heard a small meow from the brush outside of my home. She shouldn’t have been able to hear that meow because she was inside of the house with the door shut and no windows were open. Yet she still heard one single, small meow. As far as either of us knew, there were no kittens in my neighborhood.
We both feared the worst at first. As we searched through the brush, I prayed for a miracle that the cat would not only be alive but fairly healthy. I also prayed to be quickly guided to the cat. Soon after we started, a small gray kitten raced out from under the brush. As soon as I looked in his eyes, I knew that this was somehow Oliver, coming back into my life.
I’m thrilled to report that he is thriving and growing and he gets along well with my cats. Thank you for bringing my Oliver back! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Thank you so much!