Sometimes, Softly.... A Christmas Visitor Comes!

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Sometimes, Softly… A Christmas Visitor Comes!
© 2005 by Carol Notermann

Sometimes at midnight upon Christmas Eve
A kitty will visit the one who did grieve.
They just need to see the one left behind -
To know they’re okay, and to just ease their mind.

For kitties do worry, when from pain they depart
About the human, they hold deep in their heart.
That’s why they send Rainbows, and sunset display
To let their dear loved one know they’re okay.

But Christmas Eve’s special, for we’ve all heard that
In a stable at midnight, the animals chat.
And sweet little kitties, go ‘home’ for a while
To be sure that their human has re-learned how to smile.

Thus if, around midnight, you feel in your sleep
The faintest of touches, down by your feet.
And if, when you’re stirring, by this gentle touch
You may hear a purr that says “Thank you so much.”


“For the love that we shared, still is tight in my heart.”
And “I’m waiting for you, up where Rainbows start”
And sometimes the kitty will see snuggled there
The kitty they sent you – your heart to repair.

The angel and kitty, may chat for a while
Sharing the things, that will cause you to smile.
For each of them loves you, in their special way
And each wishes you, a joy filled Christmas Day
 
I love the poem. I will share a story that really happened. It was 1995, and my then three year old cat Cheetah had gone missing in August. It broke my heart when after weeks of searching I thought she was gone forever. So in October, I adopted another kitten, Jiminy. Naturally, I got attached. Then forward to Christmas Eve 2005. It had been snowing all day and was pretty deep. Around dusk, we were watching TV, and my husband thinks he hears a cat meowing outside. Sure enough, I hear it as well. So we go out on the porch to investigate, expecting a poor stray cat. Imagine our shock and surprise when there walking slowly in the snow is our precious Cheetah! After five months of missing, she came home to us on Christmas Eve. The only thing we can think of, is someone had her and she got away. We don't know. She is now 18 and Jiminy is 15. Tucked warm and cozy in their sweaters sleeping on this night, Dec 22 2010.
 
Dearest Carol, and, precious Charlie, forever in our hearts,

Nikki isn't the bed-hogger Gizzie was. And, before Nik graced my life, I felt soft paw steps in bed at my mom's... Giz always loved going to Grandma's...

And, I always love your poetry!

Gentle hugs for you both, Carol and Donna... And, spacey, big hugs for you, Cheetah and Jiminy!

Love and hugs,
Deb and Nikki -- and Giz, maybe/hopefully planning a visit of some sort...
 
That is Awe inspiring Spacey... Deb, Donna,,, Thank you for your very kind words.

I'll share my 'visitor'... On August 4, 2009 my sweet Charlie filled his little face with chicken... He was never above sharing human chicken... That night Spunky and Stevie were not interested in chicken... The did have a run around while dishes were being cleared and washed... We do have to learn how to walk strangely with them owning the floor as they do... Well, watch TV and head for bed... Spunky and Stevie... had chosen the LR for the night and Charlie came into our room. (Closet door must be keep open at all times, due to him loving to settle in on his pilllow in the corner after cuddling with us...)

This night however, he went immediately to his pillow and settled in.. looking at me as if to say.."I love you, we'll cuddle tomorrow, tonight I'm tired"... He had a way of putting a question mark on that look. I told him to sleep well... Tom turned out the lights and we went to sleep.

At about 1:00 am on 5 August... I was awakened to Charlie Screams and thumping.... I circled the bed faster that light... turning light on as I did... There was my beloved trying desperately to crawl to me, his back legs were not working... he pulled up on his front... then lunged forward screaming my name...... and knowing his mommy would make it better.. (I simply can't tell entire story right now... He was in my arms and Tom and I raced him to kitchen... I grabbed honey, and Tom grabbed the tester.... I was squirting this teddy bear filled with honey down into the side of his cheek... he was swallowing... Tom looked and said... 258?? OMG not a hypo.. Raced to ER... 20 minute drive away... we made it in 15.... (I'd called ahead to let them know we were coming)... They snatched him from Tom's arms..(he runs faster than I) and raced him to the back... We filled out paperwork, and gave the words I'd always feared to give... DNR... My boy had a bloodclot in his sweet brain. I was sobbing, Tom was sobbing... ER vet .... nothing can be done, we could wait.... but... We kissed his sweet head and looked into his eyes... we told of our love and I knew he was looking back with as much love as he could muster in pain... though they had sedated him... I holding his sweet head in my hand as he left with the angel that had come for him...

Somehow we made it home and for reasons, I'll never understand... we both went back to bed and actually slept... Around 9:00 am I was aware that Tom was out in the kitchen.. I was slowly waking. I knew he was feeding Spunky and Stevie... there was no one for me to test and....... I just couldn't open my eyes to a room without him.... I felt a cat "Thump" onto the bed beside me... (Now Charlie was the only cat of the three that would walk along my body to get up to the pillow)... This cat walked up my body, finding all the ribs that needed better spacing, just like Charlie)... then he settled in on the bed by my arm, which was up on the pillow by my face. I distinctly felt him lick my hand.... MY EYES FLEW OPEN.... I was alone in the room...
Crying here.... so much love... we had 18 years... long wonderful years... I love my Stevie and Spunky, I really do.... But Charlie would communicate with me... he would joke with me... he would tease me... and when I was home after chemo... He would lay with his little 'heating pad' body... just so... along where my back hurt...

May you have many years and Christmas with your little ones, and may the memory of them come back to us, that we can remember that certain look... that certain meow... that certain cat that has a claw clasped deeply in your heart forever.
 
Countless gentle hugs and much love for you, dearest Carol, and for Spunky and Stevie and Tom -- and always for Charlie...

Deb and Nikki -- and Giz, who's probably under the mistletoe with Charlie at this very moment, definitely dancing...
 
Thank you Carol for that beautiful poem. I am at work with tears in my eyes - my employees are looking in the window wondering why I am crying....Thank you. This makes me think of Winston and Teaka (both GA) that brought such joy to my heart.

Pattie
 
My favorite bosses were not afraid to show emotion... and yes Deb... I can see Chuck and Giz dancing... and whisker kissing under the misletoe.... I know with Sir Charles' attitude.. he and Her Royal Highness Miss Giz would be a perfect couple... In life his little heart did belong to Ms Mittsi... but he never had met Giz...
 
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