By Harold Klemp
As Debbie’s cat lay dying, she whispered to her, “It’s OK to let go. When you do, you’ll feel like a kitten again.” From her tiny cat body sprang a four-hundred pound tiger who jumped clean over Debbie’s head and landed on the other side.
By Harold Klemp
An ECKist [member of Eckankar] has a cat named Humphrey. One evening the woman was lying on her bed reading Child in the Wilderness, a book I wrote about my experiences with the Light and Sound of God.
By Linda Anderson
Life is full. I sometimes wonder how I will do all that needs to be done. While in a spurt of feeling overwhelmed, it usually becomes clear that it’s not possible for one person to take care of everything.
by Harold Klemp
My sister wrote that two feral cats had come to their home. They had been just the neighborhood cats for a while, but my sister kept putting out food, and pretty soon the cats decided this was home for them too. Panther is the black one. He’s top cat. And Growler is orange and white.
By Bob Lawton, Connecticut
My wife, Luanne, and I got our all-black cat Shadow when he was a kitten. After only eight short years, he started having problems that led to his passing. Luanne was devastated over the loss.
By Harold Klemp
This is a story about a vet, a cat, and Prajapati, an ECK Master who takes a special interest in animals. Our story begins with “Mike.” He’s a young man. He was riding his bike down on the beach, and there he saw a surfboard. Nobody was around, so he took it home, got on the Internet, and went to a site that specializes in help wanted and lost items. He put a notice up—”Found: A surfboard.”