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  • Those of us who love cats find all of them, big or little, irresistible. I’ve lived with two cats in my life but have had close connections and special moments with big cats also.

    My little cat connection began with my baby, Thisbe, who shared with me her life story before she passed on to the the next world. I first met her in September of 1978 at a friend’s house. His cat, Pumpkin, had four babies and lived in excruciating conditions. The four boys who shared the house were college roommates and most had no concern for the cat or kittens. My friend, Steve, was trying to find a home for the kittens. Every time I went over to visit, little Thisbe came over to me and would lay on my lap and hang out with me.

    That July I had just lost Snoopy, our family dog of 15 years. I was away teaching theatre in PA when I got the call that Snoopy had to be put down. He was very sick. It broke my heart that I wasn’t there to comfort him. He died alone after my sister and brother brought him to the vets. They just left him there. I was very angry but could do nothing about it. I loved Snoopy and was very close to him. He would always sit or lay on the bed with me and listen to me play the guitar and sing. He understood things that most dogs didn’t and was a dear friend to our other dog, Muffin. I was still feeling the pain and loss of my dog when I met Thisbe.

    Now I know Thisbe is a strange name for a cat but my friend was a music major and studied opera. She and the other kittens were named for characters in operas. I had been a dog person from the age of 7 when Snoopy was introduced to our family as a puppy. Not ever having cats and never had the pleasure of their company, I was a bit timid. I heard cats had claws and were moody and temperamental and liked to use their claws on everyone. Well when Thisbe introduced herself to me it was like having Snoopy back. I kept saying she was the reincarnation of Snoopy. She chose me, I did not chose Thisbe. She was easy going like Snoopy. I mean you could play with her like a dog and she would purr right back. I asked if I could adopt her and Steve said “Sure!”. So Thisbe came home with me.

    What solidified the fact that she was the reincarnation of Snoopy is when I brought her home to my parents house one Christmas holiday and she met Muffin the dog.

    Now Snoopy and Muffin were best of friends. Muffin was a foster dog my parents took in a year before and she ended up staying. She was a puppy and very small when she first came into the house and Snoopy took to her right away. He protected her – that is until Muffin grew up. Snoopy was a small beagle – the runt of the litter. Muffin was a mixed breed of German Shepherd, lab and some other 57 varieties. She grew to be a big dog. Snoopy was her shadow. They slept together, went out in the yard together and spent all of their time together. When Snoopy was taken away to the vets and never returned, Muffin was lost. She would not go out into the yard with out one of the family going with her, she constantly looked for Snoopy and it took her a while to get over the fact that Snoopy was not coming back.

    When Thisbe was introduced into the house not 5 months after Snoopy died (Snoopy died in July 1978, Thisbe was born in August 1978) Muffin and Thisbe became the best of friends. I have pictures of them sleeping together just like Snoopy and Muffin slept together. That confirmed for me that Thisbe WAS in fact the reincarnation of Snoopy. Now my animal spirit was back with me again for a long time.

    Thus you have the true story of how Thisbe came into my life. Pretty much the same way Thisbe told it in her story “The Tale of Thisbe – An Extraordinary Cat”.
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