Here is the last posting I put up on the Patsycat Cafe. It was nice to reread the obituary about Patsycat. She came to me in a dream yesterday while I napped on the chaise in my living room. Raoul too came in my dream.
It was as if all the helpful spirits in the world returned as pets and the way god recognizes good people is how we treat our pets.
And if we agree that the idea that our spirit helpers are in our cats and dogs, doesn't that make you feel just a little bit better thinking about having Picasso on your belly as you rest? Or what about Saturn coming by for a visit?
Why not invite more kitties over while you nap? Why not cover your bed with all the best kitties everywhere and be sure to include the first kitties we had like Calico and Sing. That damned Sing...he was the worst black cat ever! But so big and pretty....
Love you.
L.
Transformation happened to me last night. I experienced the vision quest I had been waiting 8 years for and it felt as if I were being exercised of a demon, and today I am alive and very well.
No pea soup on the walls!
Here's the thing...John Two Birds came to me and reminded of my native american name and I received the vision I have been waiting and waiting for...for so long I could not see my future and now I see it.
It would be my honor to share it with you...
I will share it with you...
But this is sacred information.
I am transformed and I am protected. I am beautiful and the absolutely most loved child of god as you are too...because there is enough for us all...there are silver buckets of love everywhere filled to the brim with its sweet scent. It is here.
This is my last posting on Patsycat Cafe.
Patsycat's spirit left last night. It moved on. She told me it was time for her to go to her special kitty place and I didn't need her watching over me anymore. She assured me that Puff and L'il man were doing a great job and she had others waiting for her love and she promised to visit me whenever I needed...and the softest kitty that ever lived, the sweet little Patsycat licked my nose and went her way.
She was such a good cat. She stayed here with me since she left her body in 2000. So soft...bunny-soft fur.
The Patsycat Cafe is closing its doors forever. We've lost our lease and have decided to do something else. This has been a great cafe...coffee was spectacular! Snacks? The best! Conversations were easy and the laughs...boy have we laughed here.
It's been a good little blog and it will be missed.
This does not mean that I am stopping writing.
Oh No.
I am just stopping writing here.
My new blog is by invitation only.
You must write and request the new web address. I will not link it to here because today I have a new voice.
John Two Birds came to me and we talked for a long time last night before the healing ceremony. I have been given some incredible information to share but it is sacred and you must be ready to read it. To be ready you must be able to ask for what you need...isn't that the lesson I have been learning?
Ask for what you need out loud to the right person and it will come.
If you would like to read my writings and to learn what John Two Birds has taught me, simply shoot me an email with your reason why you want to read the blog and we'll see if Two Birds will grant you enterance...see, he's like my big daddy...but not my dad. He's my Earth Poppa...native american son...a man of this earth and he's making sure that all who come in contact treat me with respect and dignity or else they can't talk to the pretty lady.
So if you believe you are called to read about my experiences with John Two Birds, simply write to this email address:
linda.silberman@yahoo.com
It is with the greatest love and sincerest appreciation for allowing me to use this venue to purge my pain and suffering. It is all out now. Today I am illuminated.
As a thank you gift to you, my reader, I would like to share Patsycat's Obituary.
Peace be with you and please pray for the people everywhere...they need all the help they can get.
Patsycat
A.K.A.
Linda S. Silberman
Patsycat Obituary
Patsycat Silberman died at 6:00 a.m. October 16th, 2000 from a series of strokes followed by a massive seizure. To stop her suffering, she was euthanized in her life-long companions’ arms. Ms. Patsycat never revealed her real age. Her loyal fans guessed her to be between 14 and 18 years old. She is survived by her lover, Abdul Raoul Silberman, and Life Companion, Linda S. Silberman.
Born in
She was a natural in the modeling industry and possessed an almost psychic ability to know how to stare directly into the camera. This natural ability to convey the most provocative positions while remaining a lady made her top of her field. For the millions of fans that followed her career, she had her fair share of critics. But her modest professionalism while she was in her prime made her worshiped by her colleagues. She rose to the highest honors and her ability to work long hours with minimal grooming and consistent performance for days on end dazzled crowds across the globe.
Fame was instant and she was hired by Vogue in 1988 to do a radical photo shoot wearing only diamonds and a boa constrictor. Not only was this vision controversial, it was highly risky. A tender kitten had never been asked to expose her self to a snake while maintaining her dignity. Art Diretors insisted the snake would be fed before the shot and the press was outraged that the art directors would risk the kitten’s life for recognition. This event, the photo shoot, was discussed on all the news and daytime chat shows. It made people angry.
“It was too risky a job for me…I walked out!” stated 2nd groomer Mr. Tyrone. “The riskier the job, and controversial the more hard it is to brush her out…she was like terrified and like all hissing and trembled and that fur got so matted…child it was like pullin’ splinters out of a jar of broken glass! No more I said and I walked! Yes I did…walked right outa there…”
The attention devoted to this photo created a media circus at the publishing house and so risky the shot it has never been attempted again.
Vogue sold 18 millions of copies of that cover.
Cappuccino became an international icon.
During her career she kept apartments in
Cappuccino and Biscotti lived a fast, hard life full of drugs, drinks and excess. She began to obsess about her weight and became addicted to Opti-fast. She did not take care of her fur and Biscotti grew abusive. The tension created a wall around Cappuccino and work came in less often.
After a failed music attempt she tried her hand at acting. She appeared in several small films which all had a similar role of the elderly neighbor’s cat. The script instructed that Cappuccino was to ran out the door every time Carol Channing opened it, but Cappuccino missed her cue, slept through rehearsal, and was reported to have stopped acting mid-shot to lick herself in the most private of places for no apparent reason at all!
“There was nothing there.” said Channing. “She hallucinated all day during work believing that she was dirty and became obsessive about washing herself. At first I thought she got some bad crack, cuz there were some dirty rocks floating around, but then she just got all whacked out. Really, I did not see this coming.” Channing finished by adding, “…I told her, clean the rocks and don’t get none of that white shit from Whitney! Bobby don’t got the connections anymore.”
Directors and producers had no idea what Cappuccino would do next. She was out of control and she developed a very bad reputation. Again she was fired and searching for money.
Desperate and disillusioned, she was finally given another chance in
In a statement released to the press from the Executive Producers of the Ms. Saigon stated, “…artistic differences…”as the cause for her leaving the production and insiders confirmed that she refused to sing during the now famous helicopter scene.
Insiders report that Cappuccino insisted she be squatting center stage, to assume the (now trademarked) “meatloaf” position and howl for her mommy for 67 minuets uninterrupted. Years after this incident, Cappuccino was quoted in the 1996 “Where Are They Now?” issue of People Magazine as saying, “…I know Miss Saigon. I am her. I know what she did. You see, she is me…that director don’t know me. I am Miss Saigon. Not that c*%t from the ice follies, it was me! I Am Miss Saigon. I went to
Distraught from her failure on stage, she and Biscotti came to
Biscotti was not an honest man. He told investors the business was selling Cappuccino memorabilia to her millions of fans world-wide. It did not take long for the investors to d
scover that the memorabilia was a front for kitty porn website available to children without restrictions.
Cappuccino, now completely absorbed in her drug addiction, was photographed unconscious in most of the kitty porn shots. Cat Nip was everywhere and she was even photographed belly up while drooling. The investors reacted quickly and requested their return of funds but Biscotti had squandered the money away on gambling, booze, drugs and women. He preferred 2 legged ladies, not 4. This was the final humiliation for Cappuccino.
Their fights became escalated. He blamed Cappuccino for the horrible life he now led. In the spring of 1996 Biscotti beat her beyond recognition and threw her out into the cold. Nothing to her name except the fur on her back, Cappuccino walked the streets cold, hurt, hungry and wet. Teeth gnawed to nubs because of the years of cocaine addiction, she turned tricks with reclusive Microsoft software programmers for food and the promise of warmth.
Arrested for prostitution in the spring of 1996, she was placed in solitary confinement for she was still a celebrity and at high risk. The arrest was published world-wide and Cappuccino was ready to die. She had pneumonia and was given only two weeks to live. Copies of the confidential medical files were stolen and published online in 1998 and Biscotti Con Gusto was arrested for robbery but was released following investigation with only a written warning.
In a rare copy of the recently uncovered medical records, there are 45 pages of doctor notes in the daily care log. Many comments were written as Cappuccino drifted in and out of the spirit world. The doctors wrote endless notes on her condition, “it’s as if she has been beaten from the inside out….Some of the doctors talk about what it’d be like to touch a pussy like that… she is so close to death…so pathetic….the slightest touch could kill her…another sleepless night…ask doctor if it is time to kill her…”
Lifetime fan, Anne Silberman, followed Cappuccino’s career passionately and when she heard the news of Cappuccino’s confinement and brought her sister to meet with her. They fell in love instantly. Cappuccino was granted parole and placed in custody with Ms. Linda S. Silberman. She convalesced in the swank
In her last years she spent most of her time entertaining friends, napping, waiting for wet food, camping, singing, napping, sitting in gardens, reading, looking at herself in mirrors, napping, washing, traveling, doing crossword puzzles, eating, napping.
During this golden time, she and her long-time friend, Raoul fell in love and together they worked towards global harmony holding group meditations focusing on healing and cleansing out negative energies. Her life work was now humanitarian.
Patsycat lived out her dying days with a full and joyous life. She will be best remembered for her bunny-soft fur and adorable crossed-eyes. Lockets of her fur and a paw print were left to her life companion and are available for private viewing.
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