speaking of animals

Gracey!

In heat?! LOL That's fantastic! Just looking to breed, to grow all sorts of new and wonderful things in your life! =)

I love it!

Oh, yes! My cats, er, cat, (sometimes it's still hard to remember my sweetest angel had to be put down recently) and I talk all the time. It's great!

Oh, they almost never resort to lowering themselves to our gross "human" langauge (but they will if they have to! lol) They prefer just sending feelings and sometimes an image will come to mind. My pretty girl and I were *very* close and I miss her tremendously, but my handsome fella is working on "talking" to me even more lately. He's also picked up a few of her specific manners and actions - like she's guiding him or something. =)

Nothing like the pet pyschic, no. More just feelings. At times, though, somethings come in loud and clear. Like the time my husband threw away some chicken and my male cat came running into my room all indignant and upset that "he threw *my* bones away!" I yelled out for my husband to get the bones back out and he came into the room asking how on earth I knew. I just looked at my cat and told him "he told me." He's not doubted me since. ;)

I can send to animals, but rarely have animals who don't live with me answer. Most really don't want to be bothered by human strangers! lol I've had deer come into the back yard and not leave when I go out. I just stop for a second and tell them how beautiful they are and how very welcome they are to come by anytime. Once a neighbor comes out, though, they always run off.

And I *know* they talk to each other. One time I had a complete and total strange cat insistently scratching at my back door. I opened it up and she started sending me hunger, so, I went to get some food and she came in the house telling me "No - hungry - follow." What could I do? I followed her. Out of the house, into the woods, and up to one skinny tiny kitten. The whole time I just kept getting the strongest impression that other cats had told her where to find me. Very strong. When we finally go to the kitten, the poor thing tried to stand but was too weak and fell over. I immediately assured mama I would try to help, then picked up baby and I and mama went back home. I mixed up some kitten formula for baby and fed mama thinking, "well, here's two more to add to the mix." (I already had 5 inside and fed about 10 to 20 "wanderers" - people just dump cats out in the country - Horrid!!)

Poor mama obviously had no milk, may have been too starved to produce any. (I often wondered how big a litter she had and how many of her babies had already died before she found me.) After they ate, and she washed her baby, she asked to be let back out. Baby tried to follow and she came back and very clearly told her that no, she had to stay. She would have a better life with me. I picked that up loud and clear, like she wanted us *both* to 'hear' it. Not in words, in *knowing* and *feeling.* Then she insisted on going back outside. She turned on the porch and looked at me and poured out just waves of gratitude and sadness. I never saw mama again, but her baby lived with me for about another 12 years.

Another interesting thing about that. Some of the wanderers kept sending me pictures of that same mama and kitten, although none of them had been around when she showed up. After about a week, I took the kitten outside and they all gathered around her and me. Felt like a big love fest. Some of these wanderers had come up for food, but never got close enough to touch. After that, though, those same ones all came up for scritches and pets at dinner time. =)

Funny, I *never* get images or thoughts from people.



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