I'm getting a late start with my blog today because I wanted to wait until after my appointment with an Animal Communicator. I have spoken with Laura several times over the years and, say what you will, she has been pretty accurate when it comes to helping me understand what may be going on with a furry loved one.
Years ago, she helped with the Frenchies. When Missy starting barking incessantly, Laura told me she was trying to do her "job," which was to guard the house, but we were ignoring her efforts. As soon as we started acknowledging her contribution and praising her for it, the continuous barking stopped. I also remember when I had to part with Poco. During one of our sessions, Laura helped me to understand that animals have a different view point than people when it comes to life and death. If it was Poco's time to go, she accepted it.
So, today's topic was Chance and the litter box problem. He has been much better since Dash arrived. I attributed that to not wanting to look stupid in front of the new guy. But, just this morning I found a surprise waiting for me - two feet from the litter box. When I told Laura what was going on, she focused on Chance, and this is what she learned:
Chance is just being lazy. He is a lot like a little kid who throws a wet towel on the floor, knowing mom will pick it up. Because I can't bring myself to get mad at him, he thinks it's no big deal. Laura let him know it is a big deal and he has to step up his game.
I was watching him while she was "talking" to him. All of the other cats were running around him like maniacs but he was sitting very still, slowly blinking his eyes. He was listening to her. Then, just like a little kid who's had enough of a lecture, he took off and starting batting a ball around. Laura said he also has a bit of a "poor me" attitude so she recommended giving him Bach Flower Remedy, Willow. I'll keep you updated.
While I am typing there is a terrible racket going on in the dining room, which I need to investigate...
Okay, so, they are all using the dining room table as "base" from which to launch or wrestle. Sounds like the table is collapsing! Sheesh.
We finished our session with Laura talking to Fancy. I wanted him to know he's special. He was on the dining room table curled up in a cat bed, (the table is covered in various ones) grooming his leg. At one point he stopped and looked up at attention, then went back to licking his leg. Laura started laughing. She said when she asked Fancy if he knew he was special, he told her, "Of course I know, because I am special!" He also told her he knew from the moment he saw me that I was a safe person and he loves me very, very much. No sooner did she finish when Eli came out of nowhere and pounced on poor Fancy. Eli had somehow picked up on the "special" part and decided he'd had enough of Fancy worship.
Whether you believe in animal communicators or not, communication is vital in all of our relationships. If you have creatures in your life, don't you sometimes just know what they're trying to tell you? When the Frenchies were with us, the girls used to put their heads together and we knew they were communicating. Jack and Rooney do it. Sometimes Eli acts like he's trying to crawl into my brain. I know he's feeling frustrated and is trying to talk to me. Fancy taught me to speak cat, or his version of it, and we have no trouble communicating. Just like when you're praying or trying to seek answers, turn off your own voice and listen. You might be surprised at what you hear.
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