Personal Essays

A couple of months ago, I started feeling that perhaps it wouldn’t be beyond my emotional capabilities to at least start discussing adopting another cat. I threw the idea out to Carol to see what she thought. She wasn’t what you would call enthusiastic about it, but she was willing to consider it, perhaps, after she was finished with the month of catsitting she was doing for our neighbor. We’ve had a reciprocal catsitting arrangement with our neighbor for a long time, a comfort to us both knowing that our beloved animals will be well taken care of in our absence. Lately, of course, it had been a bit one-sided, since we were catless, but we were still willing to help and it’s always a good idea to build up a bit of karmic credit when you can.

So, there it was, the idea of having another cat, percolating around in our thoughts. We couldn’t help but mention it to friends and co-workers. We couldn’t help but push that idea out into the universe. I started getting e-mails from people with cats available for adoption, so did Carol. We had created a vacuum in our own little universe and the larger universe was on the move to fill that void. There was now a cat out there with our name on it, moving in our direction, barreling down the cosmic highway toward our hearts. Wishes are very powerful things, you know.