Clark and Greyhaven

When I lived in Sacramento my cat Greyhaven came inside, lay on my chest, and let out a groan. My neighbor had kicked it – real hard. He told me my cat was playing with the small cat too rough. He was a goon. I wanted to play with him – real rough. I put Greyhaven in a sport bag and carried him on the train to a vet. Several years ago my neighbor kicked Clark when her back was turned, while she lay on the walk to our apartments. She later put her dog on Clark, while another neighbor squealed for joy.

Yesterday Classy kept looking at me, then outside. I wondered what she was looking at. I believe she was looking at the statue of Saint Francis. I believe she was having a religious experience. My neighbors mocked – my religious experience. They claimed they were Christians.

Seer John

Greyhaven

Posted on April 13, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press

The spirit of Greyhaven has come home in the form of a cat that looks him, Chris thinks he is angel come to save my life. I concur. Felinia calls. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o095MGDo05Y

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Here is my cat, Greyhaven. We lived in Sacramento. He used to follow me around. He was a big cat, and walked like a lion. That is his play-buddy.

Jon

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Brembe ‘The Life Saver’

Posted on February 11, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press

My service cat, Brembe, tried to save my life yesterday. My shower curtain was open a bit, and he saw me. His eyes became wide with alarm. Water was rolling off me. My hair was dripping. He came towards the tub. He was trying to talk to me. His mouth was opening and closing. He came closer. I told him everything was fine. He backed away, not taking his eyes off me.

Brembe came into my life two weeks after my bleeding incident I mention in my last post where I thought I was going to die. We take a walk each night which is good for my diabetes. He won’t use his litter box after seeing all the dog owners taking their dogs out to do their business. I was talking to a dog owner walking her dog, and, there is Brembe squatting while her dog looked on.

He put his paw in my med box, saw to it I had food, tries to pick up that pen. When I told him how much I love him. he moved his mouth, and tried to speak. Warning, the bottom pics are graphic. Brembe would take a pee when I did, and even a poop. He wants to be human.

Jon ‘The Nazarite’