Soul Group: Celebrate Pets & Nature!
We have a lot of pet parents and nature lovers in the Sole Circle. That’s not surprising because so many of us our nurturing, playful, and feel a strong connection to animals and nature.
In between our 30-day celebration events, let’s stay connected with fun and uplifting shares.
Share your pet pics, amazing photos of nature, links to funny cat videos, pet stories, and more!
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Hello!
My husband started sheltering a couple strays during the stormy weather. Of course one turned out to be pregnant. The kittens were born Mar 9. The photo is from yesterday. They just started opening their eyes. <Insert purring sounds here.> There are 6: 2 orange males, 2 black males, 1 butterscotch female and one grey female. We have homes lined up already. Mama picked up all her kittens and moved them off their blanket and into the corner. Whatever makes Mama happy.
Such a wonderful story and lovely pic.Tthank you for sharing it, Monique, and to your husband as well, for rescuing the strays, assisting the birth of the 6 (!!!) cute little ones, and finding a new home for them. Wishing you all further joy and success.
How fun to have a litter of kittens!! My problem would be that I would keep them all lol!
I wanted to foster some more kittens, but my son told me not to. He said the only way he would be okay about fostering kittens was if we got to keep them.
Please post more pix as they get bigger. So fun to watch them grow up!
this pic is from 4 years ago, but one of the foxes has been coming by this week….encouraging me to pay attention. Still doing Dao Gong daily and have been trying Holly’s example of ‘flexibility’ and only doing breathing every other day. REALLY grateful to have David’s workshop recently, the Commencement breath exercises help so much……
We had fox visitors in our yard too! A whole family, parents and one kit. They were so cute, and very agile. They could hop up onto the 6-foot fences like a cat. They were living under a neighbor’s deck, and would make their rounds. They used our yard for playing, and a bathroom. Lol!
These cats are so cute! My son and I have set our intentions to find the perfect cat! But I do have the sweetest dog ever and I will post her picture here too. Her name is Bailey. She is about to be seven and is a rescue…. My daughter is currently teaching her so many tricks and how to use a speaking button… it’s pretty cool. She has started hitting her first button. Check out the book and Instagram of How Stella Learned to Talk… this is where my daughter got the idea. I’ve enjoyed looking at all the animals on here too!
Cats are cute and wonderful companions. Now that you have sweet Bailey – she looks very gentle -, you can also invite the perfect, sweetest cat to show up and join the family, and you all enjoy a happy life together. These rescue pets are sweet and grateful to be given a new home…
Awe yes she is pretty sweet…Bailey does great with our neighbors dogs and cats. A cat will be a new fun adventure. I hope we find the right one by the summer.
I’ve seen a bunch of videos with the speaking buttons. So curious to hear what Bailey has to say! Keep us posted.
I will!
A speaking button?!? I’ll have to look that up. She is a lovely girl – I’ll bet she would like to have kitty friend!
This is her fav sleeping spot at night, go figure!
Vow… looks very cozy.
Oh, so cute! Casper likes sinks too!
Awe!
and one more……
So amazing she knew just where to go! Pets are so good at sensing energy.
What a beautiful little girl you are Trilby!! Cats are so magical – no wonder they were revered in Egypt!
This is Trilby the cat…….who is about 2.5 ish years old…..we got her from the shelter, and she intuitively knew right where to go……
Lovely Trilby, Lloyd, nice that you welcomed her in your family, intuitive recognition, right decision. Wishing you joy and a very happy life together in a peaceful, loving, light-filled home.
On our way to El Paso to visit my mom. She hated going because my mom has so many cats. But she knew where she was by looking out the window. She was always SO relieved when we started back home!!
Wow, that’s amazing you could take her into a household of other cats, and everyone would “get along.”
Just to be clear, she stayed in HER room the whole time. In her opinion, SHE was the only CAT, the others were just “furballs” (her expression Holly). We would put up a couple of baby gates so we could leave the door open but the others couldn’t get in. This is one of mom’s kitties looking at her. The boys were fascinated by the “Las Vegas showgirl” and would just watch her. She ignored them – of course!!
After what we went through integrating Casper and Stripey, I’m still very impressed that the other cats didn’t go to war. And that’s so adorable that you mom’s cats were intrigued by Miss Mia.
PS – LOVE David’s HHC books!! Did you know he has a new one just published last month?
I am reading – The Claw of Attraction (published 2023). Is it the one you mean? Very happy you also know & LOVE (me too) David’s HHC.
Thank you Holly. Amazing Furball! I so enjoyed the story and could easily imagine the interaction in all the episodes!
Same as you, after her sudden, recent crossing over the Rainbow Bridge on September 29, I didn’t remove Tashi Cat’s cosy basket, her eating-place with her saucer and bowl near my table (as you did with Furball)… some toys, catnip bags etc… It is her space. When she visits energetically, she can see it. I am happy when she sends signs of our connection and visits me in my dreams, like Sunnie’s lovely Mia does. How sad that she also left this year..
Thank God, Tashi Cat wouldn’t have jumped like Furball… but one day, 1st floor in a former flat, I heard a loud meowing… couldn’t spot her anywhere; it continued while I was calling her, searching… then I saw a small open window… and Tashi Cat on the very steep tiled roof: could neither go down nor climb up… With landlord and landlady we organized the rescue – which took a while – landlord and I got the same idea simultaneously (Universe helping, I was praying all along…): to put some rug on the tiles so that she can grasp it. At the same time landlord started to climb up his ladder… Tashi Cat, who was so afraid of human beings, managed a slight move upwards, grasped the bottom of the rug and successfully reached the other end, which I was holding. What a relief for the 4 of us when I got her in my arms! She immediately got treats, kisses and slept for the rest of the day… and landlady brought me a large piece of her delicious home-made chocolate cake.
I miss her a lot: her passing was so unexpected… It is good to share our pet-stories with each other.
There is a series of books I deeply enjoy reading: the Dalai Lama’s Cat, by David Michie. He is a high-talented author, master of suspense and humor, with a profound knowledge of cats and Buddhism.
Tasha sounds like such a gentle soul, and she has such a beautiful coat and markings. I’m so sorry for your recent loss.
That’s incredible that she got on the roof! It must been so scary for both of you, but I’m glad you came up with a soul-ution to get her down safely.
I can see how much she was cherished, and she knew how blessed she was.
Thank you for sharing. I loved reading about her.
Ghislaine, so sorry about your beautiful Tashi Cat. From her picture, she looks like she has a feisty side too! To lose a baby even when you know it’s time is incredibly difficult. But to lose one suddenly and unexpectedly – I can’t imagine. Hugs, Sunnie
So sorry also, Sunnie, about your Mia – as Holly writes. “so gorgeous and regal” – We miss them; it takes time to heal the grief, but we have all the good and joyful memories.
Our beloved cat companions both crossed the Rainbow Bridge this year. Maybe they are together now, happy, playing… You are right: Tashi Cat has a feisty side too, and I loved that; we had lots of conversations. Her loving, purring and grateful side was predominant.
Like Mia, she knew when we were approaching home and immediately relaxed, Mia seems to enjoy the drive; Tashi Cat meowis all the time, so: no long drive, we prefer to be at home.
My Mia, crossed the Rainbow Bridge on May 20, 2023. I miss her so much… But she sometimes visits me in my dreams. And she communicates with her dad – they had a very special connection.
She’s so gorgeous and regal. I imagine she drew a lot of attention when you took her out driving. I feel Furball was visiting recently for the holidays. Their spirits definitely check in with us and keep an eye on things, especially Furball. He was a sentry, a guard cat!
This is Furball, my beloved cat who crossed the rainbow bridge in 2020. In the summer before he passed, I made this image to celebrate his 19th birthday. For many years, Furball was my muse. After his passing, I was inspired to write and submit a “Chicken Soup for the Soul” story about him a couple of years ago. I didn’t hear back from the Chicken Soup people, but I reworked the story this morning and wanted to share it with you.
P.S. Please don’t feel like you have to write a long story about your pet. I happened to write this story as a cathartic experience after Furball’s passing. Photos are always fun! And hearing tidbits of your pets’ personalities is always heartwarming.
Here’s a story about Furball:
Furball was an amazing jumper, and his leaping prowess was matched with an equally high level of energy. He was just 7-weeks old when I adopted him, but I never witnessed him sleep a wink for the entire first year of his life. He was always racing around and wanted me to play with him. All. Of. The. Time.
That’s why when the home was unusually quiet, I knew something was amiss. What was the cat up to?
No sooner had the thought crossed my mind when I heard the wailing.
I walked down the long narrow hallway of my apartment to investigate. We lived on the second floor of a converted Victorian semi-detached house. It was most definitely not open concept. Every few steps took me to the doorway of a room, and I glanced inside each.
Living room? No cat. Office? No cat? I could see the kitchen at the end of the hall, but no cat. Then I reached the bathroom and heard a pitiful meow from up high. I looked up—way up—and saw a wild ball of black fur with large green eyes staring down at me.
Furball was perched precariously on top of the bathroom door.
I realized that he must have leapt with Olympic gymnast precision from the sink vanity onto the thin edge of the door. His head bobbed up and down as he wobbled and paced, causing the door to sway in the frame. I was afraid he’d fall off.
Hurriedly, I grabbed a chair from the kitchen, climbed up, and reached for the cat. But the door was too high, and I was too short. It also didn’t help that Furball was high-strung by nature, and defaulted to nipping and scratching when he was overly excited.
How could I get the cat down? Inspiration struck!
I ran to the living room and brought back a couch cushion. While awkwardly climbing the kitchen chair, I held up the sofa seat like a serving platter to the cat.
Furball accepted the offering and gingerly stepped onto the cushion. Then I carefully descended, and lowered the cat to the floor. The cat hopped off and sauntered away with the nonchalance of a cat.
I went back to the living room to reassemble the couch. As I marveled at my cat’s jumping prowess, I noticed it was once again too quiet…
I heard a thunk followed immediately by kitten mews.
This time I knew where to find Furball. He was back on top of the bathroom door looking sad and pitiful. With a sigh, I repeated the couch cushion rescue. I hadn’t even returned to the living room when I heard another thunk.
Sure enough, Furball was back on top of the door. I looked up at at the fuzzy little black kitten and told him that he’d have to wait a little longer since he seemed to enjoy jumping up there. Then I sauntered nonchalantly down the hall back to the living room.
The crying got louder.
I let out a giant sigh and turned around to head back to the bathroom. Before I got there, I heard a loud crash. Fearing the worst, I ran the rest of the way, but my fears were unfounded.
Furball was absolutely fine. He looked quite proud of himself.
Throughout our years together, Furball would continue jumping to new heights, and impressing me with his jumping abilities. When I got married and moved to a home with 9-foot high ceilings, it didn’t take long for Furball to discover the top of the kitchen cabinets. It was a common sight to see his shadowy form “dusting” the 12-inch space between the cabinets and ceiling.
When my son was learning how to crawl, we installed a baby gate to childproof the stairs. We ordered the extra tall “pet proof” gate, hoping it would keep Furball from coming upstairs in the wee hours to scratch the carpet outside our bedroom door. As new parents, we needed all the sleep we could get.
We should have saved some money and gotten a regular baby gate.
Furball easily conquered the pet proof gate with a feline parkour move. He would take a running leap at the wall beside the gate. Then he bounced off the wall and twisted his body mid-air to land solidly on the stairs, and continued racing up without breaking his stride.
That cat sure could jump.
His most impressive leap was at the vet’s office.
Like all pets, he hated going to the vet. He cried non-stop in his carrier until he was let out onto the examination table in the vet’s office. While we were waiting for the vet, I expected that Furball would explore the room. However, he remained fixed on the table, fixated on the ceiling.
I mistakenly thought he was soothed by being released from the carrier. Oops, I was wrong.
Furball glanced at the picture frame on the wall, and then he looked at the skylight directly above the examination table. All of a suddenly, he sprang up and grabbed the top of the frame with his front paws. Tucking in his hindlegs, he hooked his back toes onto the artwork and continued his upward momentum. He looked like he was running up the wall.
Then he twisted 180-degrees to hurl himself at the dome of the skylight. One of his front paws reached to the sky toward freedom while the other paw clawed frantically at the ceiling tile.
Time stood still for an instant. Gravity was also overcome for a moment.
Time resumed and Furball landed on the floor. So did a chunk of ceiling tile, followed by a shower of chalky dust.
I looked up at the speckled ceiling tiles. There was a paw-shaped hole in the tile right next to the skylight. It was matched by a paw-sized chunk on the floor. My husband and I looked at each other mouths agape.
I glanced at the door. No one seemed to have heard the noise.
I hastily straightened the picture frame while my husband picked up the ceiling chunk and tossed it in the trash can. He tried displacing the dust with his shoe. When the vet opened the door a few minutes later, we sheepishly admitted the damage our cat had done.
The vet looked up at the ceiling, and she was impressed by how high Furball had jumped. My husband and I beamed like proud parents. Over the years, we’ve shared this story many times with friends.
After 19 years of being together, Furball passed away from old age. He lived a good life, but it was hard to say goodbye. It took me almost year before I was ready to pack away his things.
While I no longer see his cat bed in the corner or his food bowl next to the table, Furball left an indelible mark on my heart.
He also left one on the ceiling of the vet’s office.
LOVE this story!! He was a Baryshnikov of cats!! Mischa could always jump higher than any other dancers!
Love this story too! What a wonderful bouncing ball of fur was Furball! ♥️♥️
Thanks Sunnie and Jane. As I reread the story, I’ve decided to resubmit it to the Chicken Soup people. I’ll keep you posted if they choose to publish it.