Beserk.
You may just think I'm going berserk. . .
But ever since my little foray into the occult (a.k.a. my psychic reading) I've been thinking about souls, and spirits, and previous lives. . . and - okay I'll admit it here - the possibility of reincarnation.
And I think my cat was/is/may-yet-be something special.
In fact, I'm convinced she may be my child.
I know what you're thinking . . . but forget - for the moment - that she's a member of the feline race . . and look at the uncanny similarities. . .
- She's a cat.
- I like cats.
- She has green eyes.
- I have hazel eyes.
- She was found in a storm drain.
- I cry alot.
- She has whiskers
- Need I remind you that my husband once found a whisker on my chin?
- She's a tuxedo cat
- My husband wore a tuxedo at our wedding
- Her name is Mayzie.
- I have been accused - at times - of being a wee-bit Crazy.
That black and white furball scares me!
Now, don't get me wrong. . . the dog loves me too. . . and I know all about silly, oaf-like, will-you-just-let-me-lick-your-feet-cause-you're-the-greatest-thing-since-sliced-bread kind of pet-love stuff. . . This - my friends - is not like that. . .
This cat definitely thinks I'm her mother.
The big question is. . . could she really be my child??????