They say between cats and dogs, cats would always return home no matter how far the distance. Not kittens but full grown cats. They know where they live and will find a way to go back as long as they are not caged or held back by anything.
Some parts of this I think is true. We tried sending a stray cat away. Just placed her in some far away street so she won’t come to our house begging for food. I know it is mean. The cat came back a few days later with a vengeance. She came back begging for food with a rather large tummy. Months later, she gave birth to lots of kittens. Her sons and daughters have been a fixture in our kitchen ever since even until after her death.
Cats know where they are going. They may not know how to get there, but they have this instinct of which paths to take.
“Where to next?”
The question is as hard as “Who are you?” or “Why are you here?” This is the question I have right now.
“Where to next?”
I know we are not supposed to know the future. It’s like a thick veil in front of our eyes – something we are not supposed to see. Yet I believe a person ought to have a knowledge of the general direction he or she is going. A person should have at least an inkling if not a well laid out plan for the future. Something like a cats sense of direction.
Then when you have somewhat a direction where you are going, the next part is how to get there and who would help you to get there. At this point I could not help but wonder what is happening. There seems to be a general direction. A general goal. But I have no idea how to get there. It just seems that I am rowing upstream.
This is where trust comes in.
This is where I am beginning to ask for it.