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Legend of the Sacred Cat of Burma

In a temple on the sides of Mount Lugh, lived in prayer the very holy Mittah Mun-Ha, great Lama holy of holies, the one of which God, Song Hio himself, has braided his golden beard.  Not a minute, not a glance, not a thought of his life was not dedicated to the adoration, contemplation, and holy service of Tsun Kyan-Kse, the Goddess with the sapphire eyes, the one who permits the Kittahs to live again in a holy animal for the duration of its animal existence, before taking again with the full and holy perfection of the great priests.

Near him was meditating Sinh, his dear oracle, an all-white cat whose eyes were yellow, yellow from the reflection of the golden whiskers of his master and from the golden body of the Goddess with the heavenly eyes...  Sinh, the cat to advise, whose ears, nose, tail and extremities of his legs were dark like the colour of the earth, mark of the stain and impurity of all that touches or can touch the ground.

Now, one night, as the malevolent moon had permitted the murdering Phoums who came from hated Siam to draw near the sacred place, the Grand Priest Mun-Ha gently entered death, having at his side his divine cat, and under his eyes the despair of all his overwhelmed Kittahs...  It was then that the miracle came about - the only miracle of immediate transmigration.  In a bound, Sinh was on teh golden throne and sat at the head of his saged master. He leaned on that aged head which, for the first time, was no longer looking at its Goddess.  And as he sat stiffened before the eternal statue, one saw the bristly hair of his white spine become suddenly golden yellow.  His golden eyes became blue, large and deep as the eyes of the Goddess.  As he was gently turning his head to the south door, his four paws which were touching the old skull became a dazzling white, up to the place that the silk of the holy garments were covering.  And as his eyes were turning from the south door, the Kittahs obeying this commanding look, which was full of serenity and light, hurried in the first breeze to close the heavy bronze doors.

The temple was saved from profanation and pillage - Singh, however never left the throne and on the seventh day, without having made a move, facing the Goddess, eye to eye, he died - mysterious and hieractic, carrying to Tsun Kyan-Kse the soul of Mun-Ha, too perfect for the earth.

And when seven days later, the assembled priests consulted before the statue to decide on the succession of Mun-Ha, all the cats of the temple ran up, and all were dressed in gold with white gloves and all had changed to deep sapphire the yellow of their eyes, and in complete silence they surrounded the youngest of the Kittahs so thus the reincarnated ancestors were designated by the will of the Goddess.

The legend also has it that when a priest died his soul was transmigrated into the body of the cat and upon the cat's death the priest's soul transition into heaven had been accomplished - and according to Major Russell Gordon "But woe also to he who brings about the end of the one of these marvelous beasts, even if he did not mean to.  He will suffer the most cruel torments until the soul he has upset is appeased."

The legend fails to explain the actual scientific origins of the Birman cat, and needless to say, the veil of mystery surrounding its initial background will probably never be removed.  Only the Birman holds the key to his mystery, and if you question them the only reply you will receive will be a discerning look from their inscrutable sapphire blue eyes, and the secret will be eternally theirs.  This is where the legend ends and the actual history begins, but remember - legends usually carry certain elements of truth.

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