Phoenix is my kitty. But he doubles up as our family’s in-house spiritual master. Some people say he’s my familiar. He’s black, he’s elegant and he’s totally zen. Phoenix chose to live with us when his owner (our next-door neighbour) was due to move house. She asked me to consider looking after him for a few weeks while she got settled, and before I’d even made my mind up he’d moved himself in, coming in day and night in for two weeks before my neighbour left. He knew he wanted to be here. So here he stayed. (His owner was happy to let him go by the way, as she was moving into an apartment.)

His magical traits continue, however they’re not always ‘nice’. Once, whilst I was having an operation on my navel, he somehow ended up with a similar sized wound on his navel. Happily his didn’t need surgery. Another time when I had a sore throat, he got a nasty infection on his neck. He’s appeared in people’s dreams, he’s ‘spoken’ to a spiritual healer and he kills birds if I don’t feed him on time. He’s nobody’s fool. But he’s our magic cat. For now at least.
Last night he went that extra mile to remind me of his supercatrual abilities. I decided to get to bed early to snuggle under the duvet and watch an episode of House MD. (I love Hugh Laurie in this.) As is often the case, whilst shutting down my computer I got distracted by some last minute emails. I was tapping away at my desk when Phoenix jumped up. He’s never jumped onto the desk before. (At least not while I was looking.) As I tried to shoo him off he walked across my keyboard.. the screen went blank. Seconds later it came back, playing a previously watched episode of House called… ‘Here Kitty Kitty’. The mystic cat strikes again! He then looked at me before jumping off of my desk and going to curl up on the sofa.
I duly switched off the internet and thanked him for reminding me of my intention to have an early night and go and watch House in bed. He truly is a most mystic kitty. Which is perhaps why I love this ‘Kitty is a very bad mystic’ youtube clip so much. Even if you don’t have a mystic cat to stroke I hope you enjoy it too. x
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