How Rescuing A Cat Gave Me My Power Back.

Hi Dragonfly’s,

I was so angry with the fact that my Grannie made my dad an executor of her will. I was also worried about my Uncle because I know how shifty my father is. Especially when it comes to money. I was considering taking my father to court over his abusive ways. I hated having to contact my dad over my Grannie’s other cat and it infuriated me even more that he wouldn’t let me have my Grannies house key just to catch the cat. He neglected her and he barely went to the unit to catch her. My father made a million excuses saying she was travelling with a pack of other cats and that she wouldn’t let you near her unless you got close to the other cats. (Which sounds false because I found her alone staying inside a brick wall) It wasn’t the first time he used animals or harmed them to get to me and my Grannie. When I was little he was tasked with taking care of my Grannie’s cat Dylan and he lost Dylan. He also gave up quickly trying to find him and told me to stop leaving food out for him.

When I was a little girl my mum gave me a kitten and one day my dad decided to give him away behind my back. He kept telling me that the cat had died but I always knew he was fine and then a psychic told me that he had another home and tried to come back but because we were on the second floor of a block of units, he couldn’t come home. His cruelty towards animals is a reminder of how abusive he is. But it infuriated me beyond belief that my dad wanted to abandon my Grannie’s other cat just to punish me and possibly my poor defenceless Grannie just because he was jealous of our love for animals. I was so determined to catch Posey and I didn’t want to put my Uncle in a difficult position even though lawyers suggested I asked him for the keys again.

My Grannies friend, my Grannie’s old neighbour and my husband and I all worked hard to keep Posey fed and to encourage her back to the unit. I had a stake out planned for Saturday and yesterday we just went to the unit to feed Posey. Luckily she was waiting for us when we got there. I called her and she meowed like she was sad and scared. I spoke to her in a sweet way. I left food for her and my husband scared away the other stray cats that were coming for the food. I used my yoga mat so I could comfortably be on my knees on the concrete. I slowly inched closer and closer to her while I said “Good girl Posey. You’re a good girl” I was very slow and careful in my approach. I then started to pat her while she ate. Eventually I picked her up but she did freak out once she saw the cat carrier. It was ok because we got her in and she did eventually calm down. I think she realised that the cat carrier she was in was Grannies which probably reassured her.

There were so many different emotions I was feeling. The first was relief and happiness. Later on I realised that capturing Posey was figuratively and literally taking my power back and honouring my Grannie in the best way I could. I realised that I don’t care about money. I don’t care that I’m not in the will. As much as I wanted to stand up for my other family members it’s actually their job to stand up to my father not mine and if I’m honest I didn’t want to stay in my Grannie’s unit away from my husband and cats just to capture my Grannies cat. I was worried about feeling lonely and having the worst of my grief become triggered. There were no valuables in the unit anyways. There was literally nothing in it for me to stay in the unit but capture my Grannie’s cat for my Grannie and her cats sake and my father forbidding me to have the keys and asking other people not to catch the cat showed him up to be the monster he really is. But in the end I didn’t need the keys, or my dads blessing. I captured Posey anyways and I captured her quickly so she didn’t get harmed and so she could be fed, loved and have a roof over her head.

Now I feel like I can get an AVO against my dad for my protection but he can’t use coercive control over me now because I don’t care about money and things. My dad doesn’t understand that I am a kind and sentimental person. I care about nature. A P.A. System won’t cry if I don’t take it back. My old clothes won’t be sad if I don’t wear them again (plus they wouldn’t fit me anymore) but an animal without love cries and a plant without nurturing withers. So that’s why nature is what I care about more than material possessions. I also believe in karma but now I have done my part for Grannie, I can leave my father in my rear mirror and move on…I also probs have another potential career on my hands.

At the end of the day taking your power back doesn’t always look like the way you think it will. It’s not always taking someone to court or being an executor of a will or having admiration from others. Your power is tied to what you care about most and once an abuser can’t touch what you care about most, then you have your personal power to its full extent. It’s something money hungry narcissists will never understand.