My heart thus lightened by empathy dawning, the compassionate universe also led me to Kevin Richardson’s book PART OF THE PRIDE. This guy describes trauma experiences similar to mine with young Bugs, except the claws he writes about are attached to lion cubs. I can only imagine the injuries he laughs off, as the macho dude he presents himself as (except not! when you see him actually working with animals) – he, like me, refrains from supplying visuals of the grievous bodily harm.
Kevin is known as the “Lion Whisperer.” He can do things with lions – and hyenas, jackals, leopards, birds, toads, and crickets – that, it seems, no other human alive can.
Be sure to see how the mama lioness, with infinite gentleness, pats him on the head, here.
So finding this guy’s work helped put into perspective what I was going through, in the injury department, with Bugs. It didn’t help me, however, become Kevin Richardson.
Here, on the other hand, is me trying to get Bugs to accept me:
Me: Hey dear Bugs, I want to understand you like a mother understands a child. [Sits down next to Bugs.]
Bugs: [Walks off into another room. Bean follows.]
Me: Bugs, come on. I love you. Isn’t that enough? [Sits down five feet away from Bugs.]
Bugs: [Walks off into another room. Bean follows.]
Bugs: [Walks off into another room. Bean follows.]
[Repeat ad nauseum.]
[Bean gives up in despair.]
Plainly we needed help. Or I did, at any rate. She arrived in the form of Mother Teresa.
A momma chasing a child, not understanding the message at all; doing what doesn’t work — WOW! The story of so much of our lives.
Then, just when you think you have things figured out, a whole new set of problems pop up!
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