In Memoriam: Purrley.

November 26, 2015 by  
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Each Life Path Is to be Honored.

When Purrley first came.When Purrley first came.

Who are we to judge?

When we can be the neutral observer, it's easier to be in compassion for ourselves and others.

Purrley touched our lives with his beauty and his struggle to understand his experience of abandonment.

Purrley is no longer on the physical plane, as far as I can determine.

When he first arrived, he would make eye contact, but over time, he avoided me more and more, despite the large and nutritious and delicious meals I set before him.  A friend and I purchased a new feeding station for him and a feral cat house, but he would not stay in my yard.  He would come and eat and then run away.

Purrley's fear levels kept rising as autumn grew colder and the daylight grew shorter.  As the tall grass around my yard died and left big open spaces, he hid under the porch where Hattie lived, but keeping only to one corner.  I'm not sure Hattie was still there when he started to do this, but he would dart out as soon as I served breakfast ... only after he could hear me shut the door to the kitchen.

Purrley hasn't come for food in more than a week and isn't responding to any of my attempts to speak with him now.  I sense that he is gone from the physical plane.

I pray that his soul is cocooned in Divine Love to heal him from the trauma of his experiences.

Thank you, Purrley, for coming to my yard and allowing us all to meet you.  You are a beautiful being.  I wish I could have done more for you, but I allow that what I did do was perfect in each moment, and that you made the perfect choices for your Soul's growth.

I wish you well on all your journeys.  I send you love, gratitude, and appreciation.

Namaste.

In Memoriam: Hattie

November 25, 2015 by  
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The Times, They Are a Changin'.

HattieHattie

Reflections on a Life Well Lived.

Hattie is gone.  She has left the physical plane and is now in spirit.  It took me a few days to check in with her because it wasn't unusual for her to go off for a couple of days, although very rarely did she do that this time of year.

I find I miss seeing her waiting for me each morning.

Hattie had a wonderful attitude about life.  She lived it fully and was rarely discouraged.  She always greeted me with optimism and hope.

If she was hungry, she asked for food.

If she wanted to talk to me, she did.

If she wanted to go hunting, off she went with not a word to anyone.

Hattie truly belonged to herself.  The idea that a human could own an animal appalled her.

Hattie enjoyed her life.  She loved the outdoors and swore to me she would never become a house cat, even part-time.  Not in winter.  Not at night.  Never.

Hattie took charge of my yard when she moved it.  For years, I haven't had chipmunks under the bird feeders.  If one would show up, it soon learned to stay away ... or Hattie killed it.

About 2 weeks ago, as I fed Hattie breakfast, I discovered a lump on her ribs that had not been there before.  Of course, being telepathic, Hattie heard my thoughts.  She didn't comment.

Hattie loved teaching in my Animal Communication classes.  She had a lot of wisdom to share and gave my students a strong sense of what it meant to be "feral."   The more she spoke with my students, the more she let me touch her when I fed her breakfast.

Still, at other times, her wild nature would take over and she wouldn't come near me for weeks, waiting patiently just out of range as I put the food and fresh water into the feeding station.

I miss Hattie.

Hattie's Message:

I lived a full and happy life -- much longer than would have been possible without some human assistance. 

I loved being in nature.  I loved the sunrise and sunset, the smells of the woods and grasses in all seasons, and the feel of wind in my fur.   I loved insects (yummy) and belonging only to myself.

I loved hunting because it was both a mental and physical challenge.  I ever got bored, although sometimes I got very hungry before I made a kill.  Still, living in harmony and balance left me feeling exhilarated. 

Cats aren't meant to live alone.  In nature, when human's don't interfere, we have families, colonies.  So I was lonely, at times.  Then I met Sakhara and Violet, and they became my friends -- someone to talk to, although they didn't hunt with me. 

When I was ready to leave my body, I found a predator who would make a quick kill.  We agreed on the exchange -- and I leapt from my body easily, flying free into the spirit realm.  I am at peace.

So I say goodbye to Hattie and wish her well.

Still, my back yard seems very empty these days, despite the birds arriving to eat breakfast at the feeders.

Purrley and Hattie at Breakfast.

September 20, 2015 by  
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Feral Breakfast Buffet.

Purrley at BreakfastPurrley at Breakfast.

So now that Purrley has come 3 days in a row for breakfast, it's time to figure out how to get him to actually eat in the new feeding station.

This morning, after everyone ate and Purrley departed, I went out and sprayed Rescue Remedy mixed with Feral Cat Comforter inside the feeding station.

Then, I had an inspiration.

A friend of mind had brought a gift last month of fresh frozen sardines for the cats.  I still have some of these in the freezer.

So I took one, defrosted it, and cut it up.  Then I took Hattie's left-over bit from breakfast and put the sardine pieces in her bowl.  She was still hanging out on the back stoop, so I just placed the whole thing in Purrley's feeding station.

Hattie tried to eat it without actually climbing in, but then decided it was safe to climb up and did so.  She completely cleaned her plate.

Tomorrow, I'm planning on a sardine topping for both Hattie and Purrley.  Meanwhile, the new feeding station now has some of Hattie's scent inside it.  That will smell more familiar to Purrley.  Only time will tell whether I'm successful in using scent to lure Purrley inside the station.

Hattie cleaning up Purrley's bowl before I thought of the sardines.Hattie cleaning up Purrley's bowl
before I thought of the sardines.

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