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An Unusual Discovery About Cats Starring Jeannie Fanilla Vanilla The SPCA was working through a good 6th sense, when they kept referring to my new cat, Jeannie Fanilla, by her original name, Vanilla. It was TS Eliot who said that cats must have three names. Therefore, Jeannie Fanilla Vanilla has, and all her papers are under her last name. Vanilla. I must start my story with Oz, my cat of 19 years, who died recently. In the early 90s, I found a doctor who I thought was the best I had ever met in my adult life. At the same time came a little ball of fur, the kitten Oz. I had had Oz for 6 months when I got an ear infection and raced to the Clinic to see my new doctor. They informed me he had died suddenly and unexpectedly, 6 months prior. I was devastated, but within a few days, I understood that Oz was Dr Bobcat’s cat. Or, Bob’s cat. I believe that all people who love animals must think of those pets that die as going to Heaven, and eventually becoming accessible to them at some future date. At least more sentimental people do. But in this case, the master of the animal had gone to Heaven, and left his pet behind! Which is where the unusual discovery comes in. All of Oz’s physical ailments began to reflect my own! It started with his gingivitis, when I had to get my gums treated. Oz would take a vomit, as I suddenly had a little flu. His paw swelled, when my foot callous reared; he would fly into a sneeze, as soon as an allergy started my sneezes! The reflections were endless. Or, Dr Bobcat’s purpose for me in life was being left behind by his cat! His cat kept referring to my health! An early vet said, “Your cat goes his own way. He doesn’t listen to you.” I was a bit too shy about my discovery at that time, to try to explain that Oz was sensing his master was elsewhere. When Oz became very sick, the sense of my doctor being with my ailments through his cat was a difficult feeling to leave behind. So as I faced it, I contacted “Noah”, who is a downtown woman always taking care of animals. If they are abandoned or injured and Noah hears about them, she does as much as she can for them. She also has her own apartment filled with animals. The first thing she said was “let me know what your next cat's name is", so I thought, “JEANNIE”. I would get a girl, and her name would be Jeannie. Then I went into the evening shift of my part-time job, which is collecting donations for the National Arts Centre. That night, the first name that pledged a donation was a SANDRA. Sandra, my little sister who died in 1997. She was a young lawyer and she loved cats; she had always had a cat. The last name that pledged a donation that evening was a JEANNIE. I thought to myself, SANDRA’S CAT! From Sandra to Jeannie. Sandra is pointing at her own cat’s name! Just before I started the search for Sandra’s cat, I noticed many vanilla products emerging everywhere, including vanilla toothpaste. And so when I saw the name and face of Vanilla on the pet search screen, I just knew she belonged to me. Rather, Sandra. Another unusual discovery was announcing itself! And giving me prompts, through product advertisements! The arrangements with the SPCA were made, and just as I was planning to go pick up Vanilla, came a phone call. “Your cat is deaf, do you still want her?” I thought about it, finally said fine, and then remembered something. The blue white vision from my art that I spent long hours sending Sandra descriptions of, in the last year of her life. I took a closer look at Jeannie. BLUE eyes. WHITE cat. Hearing gone, vision becomes pronounced. The blue white vision around my discussions with Sandra through our last phase of time together! In the weeks that followed, I made the beginning discoveries of Sandra laying claim to her cat. In terms of Sandra’s purpose for me in life. She was my little sister. I was her PROTECTOR. Sandra always ran to me to help her with deep or confusing issues in life. Jeannie does the same because she is deaf. Where most cats will just brush your legs, or sit quietly on your lap, Jeannie LEAPS onto my back and grips me, or sprawls over the whole length of my legs knitting her head into my stomach. Protection. She knows she is missing something even if she cannot know that it is the auditory sensory. Then there was a truly identifiable component. When Sandra and I lived in Toronto, we only got together over veal and spaghetti sauce. It was our favourite dish. Recently I tried to give Jeannie treats of fresh salmon, fresh tuna, even jumbo shrimps. She turned her nose up at all of it. So I thought to myself. It is just as well, the vet warned me about cats and people food. It was not a good idea to treat cats to people food. Then one day I found her on the kitchen counter, licking ketchup from a dish. Then I found her in the kitchen sink, licking barbecue sauce from a roasting pan. Soon after, I returned home from a shift with a half-eaten container of spaghetti and put in on the table, forgetting about it. When I went to get it, there was Jeannie, eating it all! For ten minutes, she did nothing but lick tomato sauce from the spaghetti dish! My veal and spaghetti evenings with Sandra. I am sure there is much more for me to remember about my little sister and I, around Jeannie, through the coming years. In addition, this unusual discovery connects to a merge of science, theology, and other fields. However, that would take too long to explain. The little I have shared here, anyone can watch for! It makes sense through the gene/gene complex, as well. A same gene causing Jeannie’s deafness. Emphasizing the blue and white vision discussions, through Jeannie’s augmented vision and eye/hair colour. That is why her name had to be JEANNIE. Therefore, Sandra set up her cat’s name, all along. Jeannie loves mice. That is another story of the unusual discovery within itself. Perhaps in time, that amazing mystery will be solved.
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