They say we Satanists hurt animals and have no feelings for the lives of living things, in reality Satanists love life, and the lives of living things.
I lost a friend today, a cat. Of the millions of cats in this world, it was my special cat, my friend, and to the mind of this cat, I was the favourite human in its life. I knew the cat four years, it was semi-feral, a rescue cat that as a kitten had been booted out of its home to live outside in the raw elements because the family were concerned about cat diseases impacting their new-born baby. At nine months old it had a litter of kittens, way too young, that impacted its strength, and lived half its life mistreated and neglected. The cat to the end of its life prefered the outside, forced indoors only when the weather was cold and wet.
As I have Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD/ADHD) relationships are never easy, it is difficult to keep my focus and motivation on relationships which are generally boring but require a lot of effort to maintain. Most people give up on me, but this cat was persistent, never taking no for an answer, it went the extra mile, and established itself as part of my life.
My relationship with the cat was challenging, the cat would easily get upset, I was always complaining about it. Grumpy, annoying, it would often try to sit on my computer or business paperwork when I was trying to work, it damaged one computer. Always begging me for food, dribbling, throwing up, sharing its fleas with me, cat hair everywhere, and bringing in mud all over my paperwork. Very demanding for attention, always at the wrong time. It pushed me beyond despair. Many were the sieges and battles of will that we had.
The Satanic ideal that the individual is the overall master in their life, was seriously undermined by this cat. Only twice did I shout at the cat, to protect fledgling birds, and when it damaged a computer. In 15 years of life, the four years of my association with this cat must have been a happy time for it, I went out of my way to look after the needs of the little creature.
Today, I lost my friend. The cat had cancer, it was put to sleep. I am distraught. It is like a light went out in my life. The needs of the cat was simple: food; warmth; comfort; grooming. We who have ADD/ADHD find it challenging to give attention to other living things, because they are not interesting enough, but this cat worked with single-minded focus to break through my barrier to satisfy its simple needs, despite my resistance and complaints. The cat became part of my life journey.
The Satanic path is a lonely path, but for four years, I had this cat on the journey. Now I am alone, the cat is gone. I have no regrets, I and the cat had a fruitful time together. I will care for no other animal or cat again, ADD/ADHD people such as I do not have the focus or motivation needed to care adequately for living things. If there is one thing I shall take with me as I move forwards alone, it is the memory of a persistent cat that never took no for an answer, to apply that attitude to my own life, especially against my own private hell that is ADD/ADHD.