People often tell stories about their connection with their cats and how cats appear to have a sixth sense. This is a personal story of my cat and I, how he knew exactly what I was doing, even though he hadn’t seen me for several months.
Many years ago, as a young teacher, I was teaching in a place a long way from home. I boarded with a family on a farm and so there was no shortage of pets and other animals around the house, but I missed my cat, Casper, dearly. He was always pleased to see me when home during school holiday breaks, but it never occurred to me his attachment may have been just as strong as mine. He was still in his own home with the rest of the family, so why would he miss me?
At the end of the teaching year, I looked forward to going home. I was to be teaching only a few kilometres from home in the coming year. The trip home was a long one, 28 non-stop hours travelling by train, ferry as I crossed from one part of the country to another, and back onto another train for the final part of the journey. But as it was the last time I’d be making that particular trip, I didn’t mind. Along the way I thought of my family and of my dear cat, Casper.
I boarded the 6pm train on Friday night and finally pulled into my destination at 10 pm on Saturday. I’d told my family not to come out at that time of night, I’d catch a taxi for the short trip home. I think this was my way of showing them I’d grown up since I left home and could look after myself!
After greeting everyone at home, my mother told me that my cat, Casper, would be pleased to see me. I asked where he was.
“On your bed,” my Mother replied. “He went in there at 6pm last night and has only come out to go briefly outside since then. He hasn’t been on your bed since you were home last time”
I couldn’t believe my ears. At no stage had I told anyone what time I’d be starting my long trip home, only when they should expect me to arrive. Somehow my dear friend, Casper, had tuned into the conversation around him about my homecoming and connected with me at exactly the time my train pulled out of the station, bringing me on my homeward journey. That was the best welcome home I had ever had.
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Published in: Pets