Core Pain and Cats Who Heal

I still have shingles.

The cats have stuck close to provide their therapeutic best. You do know cats are natural healers, right? They purr at frequencies known to heal their own and each other’s bones, skin and soft tissue. They soothe and heal themselves by purring after stressful experiences. They can do the same for humans. Living with cats can reduce a human’s risk of heart attack and stroke by up to one-third. (Here’s a BBC article that discusses cat purrs)

Leroy Snuffleupagus the Healer

I know what you’re thinking: that vaccine lowered my immune system and that brought on the shingles. And that may be true. It’s also true that I become physically ill whenever I’ve come face to face with my core pain.

Yesterday the festering wound erupted when I looked in the mirror, into the eyes of my inner child, and told her I believe her. If you have ever lived with a narcissist, you get how powerful a moment that was. If you haven’t, how can I explain to you the power a narcissist wields over their victim(s), so much so that they can rewrite reality at will? Has Trump and the blind faith of his minions taught you nothing?

Bertram P. Fuddyduddy (the P stands for “Purring Perfection”)

After all the crying and blowing of snot, I saw that I have misunderstood the core need my inner child has tried to communicate to me all these years. It’s not about being loved; SHE WANTS TO BE BELIEVED, and finally someone does. Those of you healing from childhood trauma, take heed; children don’t always know how to voice their truths, and we as adults who have avoided that pain for years won’t suddenly figure out what they’re communicating to us. It will take time.

Now remains a wound in my chest as deep as Cathedral Caverns. These cats have a mighty big job ahead of them. They aren’t worried; they’re up to the task. Especially Leroy Snuffleupagus the Healer. He wrote today’s poem for you.

Sonnet From a Formerly Homeless Tom

Sometimes I’m not served what I want to eat,
but twice a day each day my belly’s filled.
And I don’t always get my favorite treat,
yet they are served with love and I am thrilled.

When sick or injured I am given care
to heal me and ensure that I get well.
It’s paradise to lounge in comfort shared; 
before my life was misery and hell.

Hard to believe ’tis not quite been a year 
that I first let her touch me on my nose.
Now I can lounge in her arms without fear 
of hunger, weather, dogs or human blows.

She thinks she saved me from my homelessness.
It's I who'll save her from her brokenness. 


15 thoughts on “Core Pain and Cats Who Heal

  1. Great poem. Animals can live in the here and now much better than humans who are always chasing something. Shingles takes a long time to heal. Hopefully you’ll see the end soon.

    1. I need to listen to the cats. They’ve been clingy still so I know I’m still sick. But I’m one of those that thinks she can soldier on through anything. But to what end? That behavior is gonna change.

  2. That’s a lovely poem.

    A cat’s purr is very special, on many levels.

    Tell your inner child that I believe her too. The gaslighting that abusers use is very powerful. It’s hard to hold onto the truth.

    1. Leroy is a formerly homeless cat I brought in after he showed up injured. I had been feeding him but now he’s neutered and immunized and living the good life. He also purrs at a frequency I find most appealing.

  3. Oh Jen I’d NO idea you have Shingles! UGH! I hope you get over them sooner rather than later! Love Bertram & Leroy felines~~they are fine looking healers. Funny many years ago I rescued a cat I named Leroy who could be YOUR Leroy’s double!! Funny old world this is!
    (((hugs))) Sherri-Ellen & **purrss** BellaDharma

  4. Many of us can appreciate the reciprocally healthy — perhaps even somewhat symbiotic — relationships that can exist between pet cats and their loving and appreciative human hosts, especially physically and/or mentally ill hosts. They have a beneficial influence over humanity that many people still cannot fathom; and this beautiful reality of their positive effect on their human hosts can also be beneficial to the animals themselves.

    There are numerous studies revealing the health benefits to humans when in immediate proximity to their cats, such as high blood pressure being alleviated. Whenever I observe stress in the facial expression of my mother, a typical senior, I also observe how that stress drains from her face and is replaced with joyful adoration when her pet cat enters the room: “Hi, sweetheart,” she’ll say. I know that countless other seniors with pets also experience the emotional benefits of their animals’ presence. And, of course, all of those qualities makes losing that pet so very heartbreaking.

    As for feral/stray cats, there seems to be a prevailing mentality out there of feline disposability; a subconscious human perception that the worth of such animal life (if not even human life in regularly war-torn or overpopulated famine-stricken global regions) is measured by its overabundance and the protracted conditions under which it suffers. I feel that only when over-populations of unwanted cats are greatly reduced in number by responsible owners consistently spaying/neutering their felines, will this beautiful animal’s presence be truly appreciated, especially for the symbiotic-like healthy relationships they offer their loving owners.

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