are cats omens too?

[fairyofthefountain]

I have seen the posts about birds and wondered if it can be true of cats too?
Not Big wild cats LOL kittens, cats. My mom lives in the woods in the city and it seems that when I am there at her house there are cats, she feeds strays etc.. so I understand that, but now there are new cats they are just popping up :lol:

[sodken]

cat can be a omen in many way's.
exmple;a cat following you =money
omen's of rain cat licking his tail,or snezzing.
a cat snezzing once is lucky
to posses a blac cat lucky.also luck to touch a black cat.
unlucy to meet a black cat early in the morning.having one turn it's back on you.
a tri colour cat protect's the house from fire.a black white or gray cat is lucky
there are many more to numerious to mention.maybe this wil help a
little

Happy Samhain.

[Sagittarius]

Two cats that walk into and sit in my doorway and just stare pitifully up at me, thus making me feel guilty is an omen that they want feeding!!!!

LOL!!!!

I love my little darlings, they have made this house into a home and I wouldn't be without them for the world.

[boerbabe]

Aww!
My Dad has never liked cats in the house, but really its not just cats, but anything that sheds. So we have a poodle. Have had several actualy, because my Mom needs a little dog to baby.

When I was 16, a litter of 9 was born under our blackberry bushes in the rain. Mama picked up 4, and left 5 to die.
I put them in a box in my closet and started bottle feeding. One survived. She was mean, nasty, and downright vicious half the time, but I loved her to death.
On her first birthday, she delivered 5 kittens. One had a bum leg- the main joint on the rear leg was backwards. By the time that kitten was 3 weeks old, it had learned to make up for it's handicap, and as time went on, the joint rotated on it's own.
We gave her kittens to the neighbors, as they needed barn cats, and the little gimp (yes, we named him Gimp) was their house cat.
Shortly after, Sadie went looking for them and never returned. This was after she brought fresh dead animals and left them all over the house where her babies were.
I felt awful.

Since then I've had several inside for various amounts of time, though finding one that agrees with Dad is hard.

Vankitte, another of my favorites, hated my Dad. She started out murdering his dirty underwear daily, growling over them furiously.
It later escalated to urinating on his dirty clothes, and after that clean clothes.
She moved back outside.

The hardest one to lose was a little orange tabby named Mister (his sisters are Sister and Blister) who broke his leg at 4 weeks old.
When his sisters lapped milk, he had to have a bottle. He had to be cuddled and coddled. When he was eating good, he came into the hosue for fear he's hurt his leg outside.
Because he was so young, I chose not to take him to the vet because it would have taken surgery to set it, and his bones were still growing rapidly. Nature was chosen as his doctor.
His nails had to be cut back to the quick to keep him from snagging the carpet, and destroying the healing that had begun, but he always layed in my lap on his back and purred. He loved any attention.
After about 2 months the bones were healed well, and little difference could be felt in them.
I almost had the money to get him nuetered, important because he had taken up trips outside to flirt, and I wanted to minimize his wanderings if I couldn't keep him in 24/7, and he just didn't come home one night.
What made it worse is I put him out that night, he didn't ask.

Since the first one though, it hasn't felt right to not have a cat inside. I wake up in the ngiht and feeel for my kitty (any kitty) and there isn't one.

Ther eis a new one in my room now getitng adjusted to life- a pretty gray tabby with cream smudges, almost 8 months old, and only about 2 pounds. Her small size is why she was chosen- life as a barn cat will be too dangerous for her, and she won't be able to carry kittens.
So now I have to get money to spay her..lol.

Ack! I was rambling! Sorry! But I love kitties. :)

[Sagittarius]

(((((boerbabe))))))

You weren't ranting, I too love kitties. I love all animals and consider myself blessed to live on a planet that has so much beauty on it but it's cats that I have the closest affinity with, they really do make me smile.

[Mau]

Cats are very odd creatures. When I was living at my mom-law's for a bit during the summer I liked to sit on the front porch. It started that the neighbor's cat would always know when I was out there..and would come to visit and sit with me. THen it grew to 10 neighborhood strays and outdoor cats. It got to the point where when my mom in law would come home, all of these cats would be laying all over her porch..waiting for me to come out..and I never fed them..LOL She didn't mind..until they started hunting and bringing me 'gifts' to the doorstep..and she is DEATHLY afraid of mice..LMAO
I still haven't figured out why they came.

[boerbabe]

Cloud passed the night well- climbing all over me and purring and begging to be petted..lol. Needless to say there's not going to be a "Let's get used to each other" phase with this one.

I think part of what I like about cats so much is one minute there are aloof and crazy, two minutes later they are putty and purring. And they always give the impression of being invincable! lol

But then so do some men, and we know they're teddy bears!

Mau, that's neat! They must have decided you were good for them. :) Even the ones that couldn't bear to be away never did that for me!

[Seamus MacNemi]

Pheeeew!!! Couldn't you find a simpler name. It's hard enough to get my mind around (I'm unfortunately dyslexic) and since my stroke, my hands shake terribly when I try to type.:fofftopic:
Of course cats can be omens. It's also well known that they tell each other when and where ever there's a good thing happening. That's why there are so many cats around your mothers house. I should know. When I was married to my last wife, we had nine cats in the house and about fifty strays that used to come every night to our front porch to eat and we always put out food for them. We had not only the cats but also a dozzen or so raccoons, a skunk and a family of opposoms living on and about the grounds of our humble household. Every one of them would come up and eat right out of our hands whenever we would go out onto the porch. I even had the skunk (a wild skunk) sit in my lap and eat once. The only one he ever sprayed was one of the neighbors dogs.
:lol:

[Seamus MacNemi]

You obviously never heard of the feline grapevine. It's real. It's something like the internet, once they've got your number, you've got a mark on you that says PATSY.:rollingla:

[Seamus MacNemi]

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