A big blue gray cat was curled up on the very top shelf in the Animal Shelter, all by himself. As a widow I was looking for a constant companion. Cats and kittens were milling all around me. I peeled off a kitten that had climbed my jeans. My eyes locked with those of the blue gray cat. From nowhere a voice spoke in my head, “”This is the cat you are looking for.” I wondered what the cat was thinking. Perhaps, “She will never choose me, with all those cute little kittens wanting a home. Nobody wants me.” I reached up with my finger for blue gray to smell it as I looked again into his deep green eyes. “You are so beautiful,” I said. “I choose you.” Again, I read the cat’s thoughts, “…and I choose you.” “We call him Sterling,” the helper said. Thus began Sterling and my relationship, with many high points and a few low ones, but no regrets.
When do you follow your instincts and it feels good?
My instincts have been wrong many times but I have tried to learn to follow my heart...what is it that I love to do? Where is it that I want to be? Who do I want in my life...? Follow my heart. If I go against my heart it does not feel good. So, is instinct synonymous with following your heart? Cindy
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