I have a cat named OJ. He’s kind of a strange cat. When I say that to certain people, they make a joke about all cats being strange. I think OJ is stranger than others. His new thing is sometimes pooping on the tray that the litter box is on, but not in the litter box. He started this when my other cat, the late Pericles, got sick.
OJ tends to meow loudly when he’s not in the room with me. He does this, I think, because he’s lonely. He meows loudly when he thinks it dinner time, and also if he’s in the bathroom with me when I’m in the shower.
Sometimes I look at OJ, and I wonder who he really is. I feel as if he and I knew each other in a past life. I’ve never really been a believer in reincarnation, but when I look at OJ I see something. It makes me think that we are eternal. We have to be don’t we? We are all connected. We are all the same. This body I inhabit is just a temporary place for the energy that is me to be. This body I’m in is just an expression of my true self, or my consciousness, or my soul, or whatever you want to call it.
When I look at my dog, Sadie, I see a creature that is brand new. I have the idea that there are old souls and new souls. I learned that concept in a book, or from Oprah, but I think I believe it to be true.
OJ is strange. Maybe he’s just not used to being a cat.