Listening to Shelby

Every morning Shelby, our littlest cat, comes to wake me up. Usually, it’s about 5:00 am, sometimes earlier, sometimes later, but my mornings always start with her walking on me. She starts from the bottom of the bed and works her way up with inquisitory meows. I complete the welcome by patting my stomach to have her come settle for a few minutes before I get up.

This morning was no different from any other morning and she made her way up to settle down and have some quiet time with me before I got out of bed. However, that’s when DeeDude commenced to snore. These were loud snores too. Hggghhhhhh….. Hggghhhhh…. Hggghhhh. I could see Shelby’s interest peek. I was thinking she might be thinking DeeDude was awake and ready to play so I held onto her a little tighter so she wouldn’t take a notion to go jump on DeeDude who, though snoring enough to wake the neighborhood, was still fast asleep.

There we were, me holding Shelby as she continued to purr and to watch DeeDude with fascinated interest. And, that’s when I caught the errant thought from Shelby. She was interested in DeeDude’s snoring because she thought he was purring. I have to explain what a particularly interesting moment this was for me. I am psychic. I am a channel. I talk to Spirit Guides and folks in Spirit and animals in Spirit. It’s all one. I can do it easily. What I don’t do as easily is talk to and understand the live animals. It happens once in awhile. But, the times that it happens are few and far between.

It happened this morning when Shelby thought DeeDude was purring.

Captain Jack

We had to put one of our cats to sleep yesterday. Captain Jack was very sick. He was closest to my husband though he warmed up to me in his last few weeks. When he first came to us some six months ago he was totally feral. I’d never had a cat in the house who refused to have anything to do with us and yet wanted us to take care of him.

At meal times we’d put 6 bowls out. Captain Jack got the most because he was the skinniest. Food went right through him. He just couldn’t get any nutrition from what he ate. But, he’d chow down on his food and then systematically push the other cats away from their bowls. They never said a word. They’d just stand aside and let Jack have whatever he wanted to eat. I always thought they knew he was a special needs cat and allowed him those special privileges.

Towards the end he slept a lot. He used to sleep in late every morning. The other cats would be up and walking around but Jack still lay curled up in DeeDude’s chair or on his computer desk.

We bought the expensive food for Jack. A can here and there extra just because.

God, he was so skinny. I picked him up off of the counter the other day and I almost cried at how skinny he was. I could feel every rib. He was so fragile at that point.

We’d told each other that the first time he allowed us to touch him we’d take him to the vets. And, so yesterday DeeDude took him. And, didn’t bring him back. The vet said he weighed less than half of what he should. She said he had a mass on his intestines and that’s why he wasn’t holding onto anything he ate. He only had one working kidney. She said she thought he was in terrible pain all the time.

We did the merciful thing. DeeDude held him while Jack went to sleep for the last time. I’m still crying. I know he’s okay now. I’m a psychic. But, it still hurts. Bye Jack.

Fun Cat Video - An Engineer's Explanation of Cats

I came across this at Can't Keep Quiet while I was surfing Blog Explosion this morning and had to share. I love cats and this is a fun video.

Shelby

I worked on Shelby's picture in Xara today. She's such a photogenic subject.

Dreaming of Samantha and of Molly

Last night I dreamed of Samantha, the first cat we ever had. We have another Samantha, but it was the first one, the one who had passed on who I dreamed of last night. She spoke to me in English. This is the second time that one of our pets has talked to me in a dream. She asked me not to pick her up. She was bleeding, she was sore wounded and lying in a box on her side. The water was rising and she was in danger. I was already there to rescue a bunch of baby kittens, but when I saw she was there too I centered my efforts on getting her to safety. When she asked me not to pick her up I said something about not really picking her up because I would be holding the box she was in. Except the water had begun to disintegrate the box and it was falling apart even as I tried to pick her up. That’s when I woke up. I found a picture of her and Goldie, my mother's Yorkie sitting side by side looking out of our front window.

In the morning DeeDude told me he’d dreamed of Molly, one of our other cats who had died. I’ve never known us to both dream of our cats on the same night. I found a picure of Molly, in the background, with her best friend Mitzie, in the foreground. She insisted I find a picture of the two of them together. Both have passed on.

I am a firm believer in the idea that those who have passed on can visit with us in our dreams. I just wish I'd been lucid and able to enjoy the visits while they were happening.

Sheba and Flowers DeeDude Gave Me

Sheba giving them a sniff.

A close up of one of the roses.

Fun with Flushing

This is just hilarious.

Cat Farts

Here’s the conversation I just had with the cat.

“Is that you farting? If you’re farting you can’t stay in here.”

“Meow”

“No, I won’t pick you up if you’re farting. Go in the other room and fart please.”

“Meow” and she left….whew.