Free as Mama Kitty
I saw Mama Kitty again.. what a beautiful big bubble of green light that her spirit was marching towards… Ali (my spiritual guide) said that means she’s doing good now. It brought me some sense of ease and peace.
She has always been a very troubled child, always need to voice her own opinion.
She meows and meows, until she got what she wants… A can of soft food, bursting out of door for some adventure, or seeking out some secret lover or lovers… Her independent opinions and rebellion heart only tamed a bit after her second batches of kittens—not even the first batch of five kids restrained her a bit from her rebellious nature. She would be gushing out of the front doorway, dragging along her big bugling balloon-like pregnant belly, on the very early morning when I was in the mid of hauling out my three luggages (on my way to the airport for a trip to China). I tried pleading her back in, while dragging my luggages behind, hunting her down the hallway, trying to catch her and bring her back. But she just won’t listen, running even faster, meowing loud and proud, waggling away with the bellyful of unborn five kittens, not even a little bit fear about her due date. “What if you ended up delivering the babies outside, on a cold rainy days, when I’m not at home to open the door for you? Or that you could not find food or nutritions in the middle of your labor?…” Listing out all my fears, chasing her from behind, but nothing daunted her high-spirit in seeking for all the fun things in the vast field of unknown: anything but my tightly cooped three bedroom apartment.
Last time I saw her waiting outside, was the night before we sent her away. She escaped again that early morning, before I was about to have my long day of work started. She stayed out all day playing, until late evening.
When I saw her at last, she was just hanging around the corner of neighborhood court-yard, maybe got bored playing with a giant palm tree, or just got done playing hide-and-seek with some neighbor kids, or some secret boyfriend, or maybe finally got hungry after a long day of play. She meowed extra loud that evening, following me down the hallway, step by step, climbing upstairs, till the front door. Just the same way how she followed me home when I met her the first time, out in the wild, a year ago: Apprehensive fear mixed with some air of uncertainty of her unknown future, intertwined with a stranger me, back then. But now, with a whole lot more confidence, impatience, demanding, complaining and scolding undertones in her meowing sound this time, as well as childlike love, affection and appreciation.
She’s a good kitty, even though I never gave her a real name. She never responded to any other name either, but the word “kitty”. So we just always called her “Kitty”. Later on, after 5, and then another 6 more kittens, we called her “Mama Kitty” instead.
Mama kitty, be free, be on your own audacious beautiful journey. May your spirit always stay free, and unbounded by anyone or anything, stay true to the very innocent child nature of you. And may you find your new friends, peace and comfort wherever you are right now. My beautiful orange soul Mama Kitty.