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--About the cat--
Pet Name: Birman
Former owner's Name: Punkysise


Age: 19
Runaway Date:July 15th 2008

Breed: Male Egyptian Mau
Coloration: gray and black


Likes: Meditation
Dislikes: violence
Favorite Food: fish
Hobbies: He likes to do herbalism, learning the different uses for plants. He is a natural healer and enjoys helping all that wonder close to him

Personality: Friendly and open minded he is welcoming to all those who wish to join his territory. He is quiet, but a great listener, if you are troubled he is good to seek advise from.

Setting Out

Birman felt at peace. His life was exactly what he wanted - one servant to bring him his daily fish, a quiet life far away from the trials and caterwauls of other cats, and the peace and tranquility of a monastery filled with talkative mice. The master who brought his fish, an old Buddhist monk with a shaved wrinkly head and strong hands, sat for days at a time, deep in repose and meditation. When Birman was just a kitten, he would watch the monk and think him silly for not playing and enjoying life. But the monk never seemed unhappy or unbalanced, so Birman began to observe this strange person closer. Eventually, he too found the joy of repose and meditation. Sitting in much the same way as his master, he found his soul resting deep inside himself, waiting to be found.
One day while sitting next to his master, who was also deep in meditation, a bodhisattva appeared in a flash of light and music. Birman's eyes shot open, his mouth agape in awe at the beautiful female figure walking softly towards his master, each step a symphony of beautiful bells and strings. His master talked graciously with the otherworldly being, as if with an old friend. Their words were lost to him, as he couldn't hear anything but the perfect melodies as they drifted through the monastery.
The Bodhisattva's eyes then fell upon Birman, who couldn't help but feel a mixture of fright and awe. Then as if coming into sharp focus, the being's voice rang sweetly to both Birman and his master, "This little one, he has been seeking much the same as you have - what do you call him?"
His master looked with new eyes to the cat sitting next to him. "I call him Mao, and he has kept me company through many a rainy night." Birman couldn't believe his ears. The bodhisattva smiled, a wave of light soothingly rushing through his mind.
"I have a mission for him as well, and it is time for him to leave this monastery. Just as I have instructed you, my friend, to spread peace and wisdom to all mankind who will listen, so this one, whose name is Birman, must do the same for his fellow creature.” Birman's ears drooped, his eyes wide in disbelief. Surely he wasn't expected to leave this place. He could barely put up with the chattering mice, let alone the silly squabbles of his fellow cat. The being heard his thoughts, and laughter filled the air with the sound of trickling waterfalls. “Little one, you have little choice, for now that you have seen me and know what your mission is, you cannot deny it. And do not worry, because I will give you strength, guidance, and the ability to bring peace and wisdom to all those who need it.”
Birman stayed in the monastery for a few more weeks after that, mustering the courage to do what he did not want to. The last thing he wanted to do was be forced to talk to other cats, but he knew what he must do. He shed collar and walked stoically to his master, who smiled and gave him his blessing. With deep melancholy, Birman walked into the west, not knowing where his inner spirit would guide him to whatever kingdom needed his peace and tranquility.

Finding his Home

Birman had been spending a lot of time in the park so he decided to make it his territory, other cats often wondered through and that was fine with him. The park was neutral in most territory wars, which suited Birman just fine.

He sat under a tree to do his morning meditation, much like Buddha meditating under the Boda Tree. He asked to be blessed with a comfortable safe place to sleep. He got the message to walk around the tree which he did and found a deserted burrow among the roots of the tree he had been meditating in. "Thank you for this wonderful gift ." and he fell to his knees and lowered his forehead to the ground to show the gods the depth of his gratitude.

Birman had few belonging so it didnt take him long to make himself at home, the burrow was big enough for two cats to sleep in with a bit of room to spare but if he ever found a pristest he would want a more suitable place to raise a family, but for know he was happy and grateful.