This energetic greeting was literal, too.
I finally found the time to move my taxidermy collection and ritual supplies from the plastic storage bin they'd been in, to the lovely wood chest that my fiancee gave me. I opened the plastic, began pulling them out, and was immediately astrally glomped.
Robert, my bobcat, was first. I lifted him out of the plastic bin and showed him the new chest, and I felt paws kneading at my arm where his paws were draped. I heard his half-purr, and I smiled, then went on pulling everyone out. It was then that my pack of coyotes noticed me. Mikey, the classic coyote, Clay, the red coyote, and Trevor (oh, he has come SO far from how frightened he was when I first got him, the poor roadkilled pup), as well as Silver, who is only taxidermically represented by a tail with silver tipping. They swarmed around me, I felt bumps, licks, nips.. I could hear them yipping excitedly, and I finally had to pull them all out and cuddle them all at once. I miss being able to have one of them draped over my desk chair at all times, but one of our cats has taken to leaping up onto my chair and sharpening his claws, and they would rip right through the leather of whoever was up there. So no pelts on my chair anymore.
This also means that while they're all constantly energetically aware of me, and I see them wandering the house astrally a lot, the physical piece that they're tied into isn't close to me anymore. This translated to them missing me as much as I miss them. It was doubly nice to see and feel them all again when I've been so wrapped up in school and everything that I haven't had TIME to spend with them. I spent longer than I had to moving them from box to box, and just generally enjoying their company. I set up the box so my ritual materials are far more accessable, too.
Just, in general, that was REALLY nice to do, and made me resolve to spend more time with them as often as I can.
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