For those of you who don’t know, I have a cat, actually two! Louie and Layla, a son and mother duo.
Before I can explain how I manifested Louie, I gotta give you some context.
I’d been wanting a cat for years. Literally years. My family has always been a cat family. The first cat that was technically “mine” was Goob. An orange tabby named after Goofy Goobers from SpongeBob AND Goob from Meet the Robinsons.
I got him for my 10th birthday. At least I think it was my 10th birthday? I'd have to ask my mom but moving along.
I saw him at the Puente Hills Mall pet store and was BEGGING my mom to get him for my birthday, she insisted we weren’t getting him. A short while later (probably less than a week), my sister and cousin drove me to the mall and we strolled in to see the cats just because. Welp turned out my mom bought him and we were picking him up.
Goob was such a good cat. He loved playing with me and put up with me forcing him to cuddle under the covers before bed. He watched me grow into my early teens. Truly one of our best cats.
He was an indoor/ outdoor cat but he came in every single night. Sadly, one night he just didn’t come home. I’ll never forget that night. I had just gotten home with some friends and my parents said Goob hadn’t come back home yet. I was devastated but kept a brave face for my friends and our plans for a sleepover. The next day it officially hit, my Goofy Goober was gone and my parents absolutely needed to put up a reward. We made signs but he never turned up.
FAST FORWARD ALMOST 10 YEARS, I ADOPTED LOUIE IN OCTOBER OF 2021.
I had never wanted anything so bad. I felt like I had come to terms with the fact my mom didn’t want one. So I really wasn’t pushing it for the past few years. I was always busy anyway, so I convinced myself I couldn’t give the cat the love they deserved.
Oddly enough without really giving it conscious thought, I would come home and always imagine a little orange cat running up to me to greet me. I remember this starting to happen randomly. I genuinely thought a cat was going to greet me. The beginnings of manifestation.
It just became my new normal, imagining how cute my cat would be greeting me and how happy it would make me. I was basically asking the universe without calling it "manifesting". I just really wanted it and put it out there, continuously. Literally every time I walked into my house.
Then I wrote a blog post about coming back to blogging in September 2021. I wrote in that post,
THE ONE THING THAT HAS STAYED THE SAME.... I REALLY WANT A CAT HAHA. MAYBE DOWN THE ROAD I CAN MAKE THAT HAPPEN (MOM, HI, YES, I'LL STAY HOME MORE IF YOU AGREE TO A CAT THANK U SO MUCH)
Randomly the topic came up repeatedly over one random week with my family and my mom said why not, just get one then.
I did NOT expect her to say that. So immediately I hit the internet looking for my little orange cat.
Well, I came home with Louie that same weekend. I wasted absolutely no time.
A few months later we went back and adopted his Mom, we named her Layla. Her name was Ayla originally so we added an L to go with Louie plus our last name is Loe, so it just worked. Somehow I manifested so hard my mom was convinced to get two lol. It just took her some time to warm up to the idea.
Now Louie is turning one today. You can call me ridiculous all you want but life wouldn't be the same without him and his momma.
I guess this is all to say, pets are literally your best friends. Manifesting works. If it's meant for you, it will be yours.
Some of my favorite pics of Louie.
Had to also honor the orange king who came first lol. Some pics of my Goob <3