Red Fox Visitor

May 10, 2016 by  
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On the Hunt.

Fox on woodpile_web_004Look Who's Here for Breakfast.

It was already full daylight when I saw this red fox on the prowl.  Determined to find his own breakfast in my yard, he kept sniffing round and round atop the woodpile.

He even went up under the tarp, but he moved so fast, I couldn't catch that on my camera.

Fox on the woodpile_web_005From the intensity of his sniffing, somebody had crawled into the woodpile to escape.

Fox ran from side to side, jumped down, ran around, and kept sniffing.

When I saw him go up under the tarp, I was surprised.

Hattie, formerly feral cat now in spirit, once told me that hiding in a pile of wood was a good way to be safe from predators.

When I used to do lost animal work, cats would sometimes show themselves hiding inside piles of wood, either in the woods or someone's back yard.

But this fox, totally focused on the scent his capable nose was eagerly following, was undeterred by the woodpile.

Fox on woodpile_web_015Then he jumped to the ground and seemed ready to give up.

Was he just surveying the situation from another angle?

Or was he being "foxy?"

By moving away as though he had given up, he allowed his prey to think he might have gone.

Fox on woodpile_web_019He was waiting and watching.

With hawk-like precision, with nose fully active, he waited expectantly for the prey to make a break for it.

And a grey squirrel did emerge from the other side of the pile and run up a tree to safety.

Not at all deterred by this, the fox continued to check out the woodpile.

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Because he was so focused on his hunt, I didn't try to speak to the fox until after he left, using these photos as a way to connect.  But he was still hungry and still focused on breakfast, and didn't have any interest in speaking with me.

Meanwhile, I used his presence to educate my two young cats, Starlight and Melissa.  I made sure they were looking out the window while the hunt went on and explained that they could each be a substantial breakfast for this or any other fox.

Both young cats were fascinated by him.

STARLIGHT:  I get it.  I don't want to go out there while the fox is around.  But I'll have to get his scent to really identify him. 

MELISSA:  He's beautiful, but I'll bet he can't catch me.  I can jump higher than he can.

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Telepathic Broadcast

April 25, 2016 by  
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How does the universe respond

when you send out a general broadcast

or telepathic "call"?

 

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Last October, 2015, Hattie, the semi-feral resident feline of my back yard, opted to leave the physical plane.

HattieShe was over 16 years old and had a lump on her side.  She consciously decided to leave, found a predator to assist her, and disappeared.

Hattie was an amazing hunter and did a fantastic job keeping rodents away.  She was so good at it that I think I took it for granted.

This winter/spring 2016, my two youngest cats, Starlight and Melissa, have been having their first experiences mousing successfully inside my house.

STARLIGHT and MELISSA

Starlight and Melissa

MOUSE "ON THE CEILING"

First the two youngsters, Starlight and Melissa,  cornered an adult field mouse.  [See post, "Mouse on the Ceiling?"]  That mouse eventually got away inside the house.

STARLIGHT'S FIRST MOUSE

Then Starlight caught her first mouse and brought it downstairs in her mouth with Melissa close by her side every step of the way.

She and Melissa played with it until I finally caught it in a plastic container and tossed it outside with this message:  "If you're smart, you won't come back."

MELISSA'S FIRST MOUSE

More recently, Melissa, who is under a year old by 1 day as I write this, all on her own caught a baby mouse upstairs.  She brought it downstairs to show off.

Melissa ran around growling while shouting, telepathically, "I did it!  It's mine!" at the top of her telepathic voice.

So ... great news ...

My young cats are proving their hunting skills.

NOT so great news ...

I have field mice in the house.

My mind contemplates this question ...

When did I last have mice in the house?

Answer ...

Before Hattie moved into the back yard,

which was more than 8 years ago.

This is not a coincidence!

Probable conclusion ...

Hattie must have kept the field mice out.

Possible solution ...

I need another backyard resident cat.

Field mice can do a great deal of damage inside the walls of a house.

I believe in the preditor-prey relationship for creating balance.

If you want to listen to an excellent talk on this subject, check out Betty Lewis's talk, I Am You:  The Predator-Prey Relationship.  [You'll have to log into the site to listen.  Membership is free.]

So ...

I asked Hattie to send us someone whom she feels is qualified to do the job.

She's agreed.

AND...

I am sending out a"telepathic broadcast" of a job description for a cat who wants to live outside, have a "home" with food and shelter, and is an excellent hunter.

Probably ought to put out some food to make sure the welcome mat is truly welcoming.

There are quite a few feral and semi-feral cats in the neighborhood.

I wonder who will show up?

Seeing Purrley.

February 28, 2016 by  
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Seeing Is Believing ...

or Is It?

When Purrley first came.Purrley when he first came.

Last fall, I blogged that Purrley was gone, as in gone from the Earth plane.  I couldn't reach him or find him telepathically after he didn't show up for food for 5 days running.  Did I jump to a conclusion?

Over 20 years of experience as a professional Animal Communicator doesn't mean that I can't be mistaken, right?

Nevertheless, I was startled by what happened a month or so later.

I had kept some of the canned cat food I had put out for Purrley in the freezer atop my refrigerator, and I needed the space back.  Since it was still edible, I didn't want to throw it out, and my cats eat a raw food diet.

So I decided to put the food outside just beyond where the back yard lawn ends and the woods begin.  I figured some feral animal would get a free meal.

Soon after returning to the house, I saw a cat who looked like Purrley eating the food.  I was, of course, completely astonished.  I tried to speak with the cat, but got no response whatsoever.

There was a lot going on in my life at the time, and I didn't experiment with trying to reach the cat.  I have many different ways of making a connection with an animal, including resources from the higher realms, but I didn't have the energy to focus on the situation.

The next day the cat was back again, checking out the feeding stations, which were empty.  The cat looked straight at me in the window for a brief moment and then turned away.  Was this Purrley?  It looked like him, but I wasn't sure.

  • Purrley might have exited the body and another spirit took it over.  This is called a "walk-in."
  • Purrley might still be in the body, but he might have an entity controlling him and not allowing him to communicate with humans.
  • This might be another cat who looks very much like Purrley, but isn't and never was Purrley.
  • This might be Purrley and he just doesn't want to connect with a human being.

I telepathically broadcasted that if the cat, whoever it was, wanted to come on a regular basis, I'd provide food. There was no response.

The next day, I put some food out, but no cat showed up.

Earlier in the fall, right after Hattie left, I did set out food for Purrley on a regular basis, only to have him show up irregularly.  I did this until he went 5 days in succession without showing up to eat.  After that, I quit.

I'm not willing to throw food away or feed wild animals, such as racoons and others who are harmed by coming to rely on human handouts.  Plus my life had become very complicated after the end of September.  I would feed a feral cat, but not if it required any more effort than putting out food and water once a day and knowing it would be eaten by the being for whom it was intended.

This may sound heartless, but I had very limited energy at the time to devote to this.  I offered the cat a choice, and he chose not to take it.

So what really happened to Purrley?  I just don't know.  I hold the intention and prayer that he is where he's supposed to be and that all is well with him.  That's all I can do at this time.  At least it was a mild winter.

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