Wednesday, 25 March 2009
10:59:13 PM (GMT)
Ever watch Dr. Doolittle?
And you were like "OMG I wish i could talk to animals and they understood me!"?
Well, you're probably gonna think i'm crazy for this.
But, i believe animals do understand us.
You just maybe don't realise it.
I wanna tell you a story about a cat.
It's a true story.
Okay, so when my mum was young she owned this cat, Smokey.
So she had this cat for ages, then she fell prgnant with me.
Smokey was really old at this point and like not well.
So anyway the night i was born, my dad came home Crying.
Cause like i was a snuffly child.
Had problems with my nasal passage, still do actually.
But anyway, Smokey stayed with him the whole night.
(My dad is allergic to cats btw and usually he wouldn't have let Smokey near him)
Then they got me home.
And Smokey sat around with me and my mum all the time.
But my point is that this cat, who was ill and dying stayed around for a week or so,
just to see if i was okay.
Because i believe she knew i wasn't well.
Story number two.
I was off school when i was little cause i was sick.
My cat Midnight, who i have now knew i was sick.
Wanna know why?
Because for that whole day i was off, he sat on my stomach.
Stayed with me the whole day.
They gotta understand us somehow
Also, the cats i have now are the same. (Midnight, Angel and Muffin)
If i'm crying or depressed or upset, they'll come into my room and sit with me so i
can stroke them.
When that doesn't work and i finally decide to go to bed, they'll stay with me.
Making sure i go to sleep.
I'm pretty sure they understand.
And that's just love.