My priestess flag must be showing, and apparently non-Pagans can pick up on it as well. I got a call yesterday from a friend whom I hadn’t heard from in months. Still, when her sister found some abandoned baby kittens outside and they didn’t know what to do, she called me. Of course the animal shelters were all closed for the holiday, but we were able to get them taken care of until they could be brought in this morning.
It’s not like I have a lot of shelter experience, or that I am known as a “cat lady” in this group. My friend runs in a group completely and totally separate from any of my Pagan groups; she knows nothing about my religion, my Goddess, or my dedication. Still, of all the people she could call, she called me. It’s just one of those cute little “coincidences” that pop up on a regular basis, if you pay attention to them.
(Not seeing the connection? Freya’s cart is drawn by (wait for it) cats. Cats–all kinds, everywhere– are near and dear to her heart. When a person’s cat dies in this community, we often comfort him or her by saying that the cat is now being well-loved and well taken care of up in Freya’s Hall.)