Magical Cats (felis cattus magicus) are a sub-subspecies of Regular Cats, eternally reincarnate, pre-existing the Creation, perpetually hat-wearing. They exist at all times in all places; they are sent by the Great Love At The Center Of The Universe, known to them as the Ur-Cat, the Great Cat, or sometimes the “Supreme Heavenly Cat, Awesome and Compassionate Most High Feline Ruler of the Void-black Cosmos, the Varicolored Bridges to the Nine Heavens, the Vault of the Incomprehensible Depths, and so-on;” some just call her Keturah. In each incarnation they are always paired to a “thinking, breathing[58]” being of the lower realms, whom they are sworn to enlighten and aid. That’s us! They say “whence cometh evil,” but for the faithful, (and even for the not), Magical Cats are necessary and sufficient living(ish) proof that we are all truly loved and someone is up there looking out for us.
While it is true that Magical Cats experience countless billions of lives and are repeatedly reincarnated in different times and places and coat colors and markings, the essence of each individual cat remains the same, embodied by the miniature hat each member of their species wears, which somehow represents or even contains the cat’s personality, the catsonality, the felineality, the purrsonality, oh my gosh. So Magical Cats are as unto the angels, a race having been created by G-d prior to that of manpersonkind. Eternal and individual, each with its own secret sacred name and unique little hat, Magical Cats are bestowed with physical form again and again, traversing the Universe and the vastness of Time Itself, investigating anomalies, fulfilling tasks, and righting wrongs before falling once more into formlessness in an eternal cycle of life, service, death, and rebirth. And things like that.
When the first conscious being in the Universe drew its first breath, already a Magical Cat was there, midwife to Mind. And the cats will be with us until the last particles expand so far into cold space that we all stretch out into brittle inert nothingness. Joan of Arc had a cat. King Tut had a cat. Anne Frank had a cat. And many others, I suspect.
It’s said that you have one cat which you know and he is your teacher, and another, unknown opposite cat, which is your benefactor. But a lot of things are said; who can be sure?
Of course, adults can’t see them. It’s a secret, another one you have to keep at all costs; the adult mind simply couldn’t correlate those contents and any number of terrible things might happen if you told. Your Mommy and Daddy would definitely not get it, and probably think you were weird or bad or there was something wrong with you, which maybe there is, I don’t know. If they found out about your cat it could cause them to have a fight, or even stop loving you, or each other, respectively. Plus you could get yourself (and the cat) into trouble, and it would be all your fault. So carry that to yourself, even if it feels like the whole world is falling in on you. Your cat will protect you, as long as you protect him.
[58] “pensante, spirante”