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Silent communication

I'm forever fascinated by the way cats communicate seemingly without communicating at all, as our two males show here. This is one of the last pictures of our cat Pelle (the right one), who died in January after long illness. He and Pitu didn't get along too well, and seeing the two of them lying together was always a rare sigh. It was always Pelle coming to where Pitu was lying, with Pitu tolerating it only for a short while. But when Pelle was showing the first signs that his time was coming, Pitu suddenly started to tolerate him, letting him lying with him as much as he wanted, and even grooming him.


What a lovely picture of the two of them. And yes - I am sure they use forms of communication unknown to us.
Sometimes, when they look at me, I could swear that they are also an incarnation of Maiar! ;o)
What a lovely photo, and what a wonderful story to go along with it.
Thanks! At the time, I felt unsure if I should photograph our dying Pelle on his last days at all, but in retrospective, I'm very glad. I now can see in them that he still had some nice moments, too, which I didn't realise before.
Isn't that something, how animals somehow know when the time is drawing near. What a lovely photo.
Thank you! Their abilities to feel and know are always a big fascination to me.
Ohhh, that's so lovely. I'm very sorry you lost your dear Pelle.
Thanks! He outlived his diagnosis for about two unexpected years, and most of that time had been a good one. We had been expecting it, and in the end it simply was a relief to have him show he couldn't go on any more.
A very moving photo.
Yes, it's still painfull to look at it for me.
A beautiful pic taken in sad circumstances. I have a lump in my throat. I also believe that they communicate in ways we have forgotten.
Thank you! It's still painful to look at it, but at least I don't cry anymore by now.
An interesting thought, that we may have forgotten this way to communicate. I'm always thinking animals, and particularly cats have ways of communication we never had, or never will be able to fathom, but over the years, I've learned to trust my own gut feeling very much, since I fare very well with it. I think what we call gut feeling really is a way to read signs and communicate in a way that we don't realise ourselves, but is very existend and true.
I think gut feeling is another word for intuition. I used to be very much in touch with mine. I would find myself buying things I didn't need, only to find that they were a birthday gift for somebody that I hadn't yet met. That is one example. I could also make things I needed manifest at an affordable price at the local thrift shop. sometimes it took a while, but it happened.

I don't know if it happened with you, but my cats always used to come back to me in their 'body of light' to let me know that they were restored to health and beauty. I was always grateful for that last visit. I'm hoping they will all be waiting for me when I pass over.
Such a sweet story.
Thank you! :o)
Cats are amazing animals and those are two very beautiful cats! I'm sorry for your loss. I often wonder about the way animals deal with death. They just seem to know things on a level we miss.
They just seem to know things on a level we miss.
Doubtlessly. We've lost several cats since we're having more than one, and leaving my own pain of each loss aside, observing the behaviour and reaction of the others each time was interesting, and enlightening. None of the group at each given time had been very close, or even going along well, but they still seemed to form a close relationship at any given time.
First was a traffic victim, and the remaining two were grieving badly and needed much reassurance. Second, the "successor", also a traffic victim, but not vanished, but put down at the vet's. We brougth him home to say goodbye ourselves, but didn't let the other cats see him. They reacted even worse as with the first one "vanishing". Then one, the group alpha who had been there before all others, died unexpectedly under surgery. We brougth her home and laid her down on a rug in the living room, letting the other three decide if they watned to approach or not. Each reacted differently, one came and groomed her a bit, another just looked, the third wasn't interested at all. But while all changed the behaviour visibly and showed signs of grief, it was much better than ever before, and they seemed to handle it really well. This last time, we had the vet for a house-call. We put Pitu outside, since he seemed to want to, but Skrållan, our remaining female, who was also closest to Pelle, was very intersted what was going on. She first looked from a distance until Pelle was put in a light sleep, then came to inspect the vet's satchel, sniffed the sleeping Pelle, and sat besides him. Then Pelle was given the final injection in my arms and laid down again, and she sat again at his side, grooming him, as if guiding his spirit to its new home. This was heartbreaking, but also strangely consoling. As these two were the closest among all the cats we ever had (she had adopted him when he came as a kitten, even allowing him to nurse) I feared she would grieve badly. But the contrary happened. She was very subuded for a week or so, and then suddenly behaved more cheerful and happy than she had for months. In retrospective I'm convinced that she also suffered under Pelle's growing suffering, and seems to be her happy self again since this has ended.
It was interesting to read this, since I have mostly only had one cat at a time. My cat Noushka, who died after a long illness left me feeling guilty for a long time, wondering if I should have assisted her death, but I thought as long as she was capable of going out to the garden every day, sleeping in her favourite spot, and feeling the sun and wind on her body, and smelling the flowers she still had some quality of life. In the end she arranged her own time of departure, and then came leaping through my dreams to show me she was OK.

I have only twice had a cat put down. The first one was Ginger, long gone but never forgotten. He developed kidney disease at the age of 3, and since there were no kidney transplants for cats the kindest thing was to help him on his journey. His spirit didn't leave though, and for years he slept on my bed every night.

The other was Snoopy, who developed Alzheimers after a long and happy life. I let her live as long as she was enjoying a rather addled life, but in the end she needed assistance too.

The pain of loss is terrible, but it is compensated for by the love and companionship enjoyed during their lives.
but it is compensated for by the love and companionship enjoyed during their lives.
Amen to that!

What you write about your cats looks like you have managed to find the best time, if one can say that, for each to let her/him go, or assist to do so. Before I had to decide this for a furry friend of my own, I had twice accompanied terminally ill cats of friends (both had FIP)and helped them decide for themselves when the time is come. This didn't make it easier, except for the knowledge that if one is attentive to the beloved being, it becomes very clear when the time is come. It was the same with Pelle. The outward symptoms didn't really change in the end, but he showed it so clear, there was no doubt any longer.
Thank you for sharing your stories!
It was nice to share those stories with someone who also loves cats.
Aww... And such lovely boys.
Thank you! You have a beautiful cat icon.
A very sweet photo to remember him by. I'm sure they communicate in ways we can never fathom. XX
Thank you! I agree, we humans are certainly too dense, particularly where smaller creatures are concerned, feline or humanoid... ;o)