About me:

I have always said I was raised by cats. The various cats as I grew up with were there to keep me company, to comfort me, to hold me. They were tabbies, white with black spots and ultimately Siamese. People say dogs offer unconditional love. For me it has always been cats. One of my early memories is lying on the living room floor, in a patch of sunlight, watching the dust dance in the shaft of light. I am curled around my cat Stupid. He was anything but, and that is a whole other story. His name was his name, and not the common meaning. In this memory there is the smell of the wall-to-wall carpet, the scratchiness of it on my cheek, the warmth coming from the sun and the contrast of light and shadow. There is the soft warm fur my nose is buried in, the soothing sound of purring, and the overwhelming feeling of oneness with this being who accepted me for who I was. To this day all I need to do is sit on the floor in a patch of sunlight and I am once again I joined by Stupid.

Another early memory was going on a class trip in first grade to the Museum of Natural History in New York City. They had this wonderful room where you were allowed to interact with the animals. The docent brought out this huge black snake and asked if anyone wanted to touch its skin. I ran to the front with my arms outstretched to be embraced by the snake. She wound herself around me in a loving hug. My joy for her was returned three fold.

So how did I come to animal communication? I read a book. Can you believe that! Straight from the Horse’s Mouth by Amelia Kinkade. As I laughed and cried my way through her book I found the most amazing things begin to happen.

For Christmas my husband had given me this book and a few weeks earlier two kittens, Bluenose and Leon. Taking a logical approach I decided that Jeepers, the Appaloosa mare who is in my life, was mature and would be the one to try my communication with, as the “boys” were so young. I went to the barn and told her I had this book and I was going to try really really hard to hear her. That I knew she heard and understood me—could she please be patient and help me as I worked on developing my abilities. A few days later I tried one of Amelia’s exercises while driving home from work. I thought of Jeeps and asked her what her favorite food was. Remember it was the middle of winter, right after Christmas. My doubting mind quickly thought of all the things she likes, carrots and apples and mints and and—and all of a sudden my mind was filled with green. The world I was driving through became green. I tried to focus on the green and focused down to a blade of grass! This was Jeepers coming through loud and clear.

With Bluenose and Leon their first visit to the vet’s was an utter disaster in my eyes. They turned into little heathens who screamed, scratched—and the ultimate humiliation for me—bit the vet. Afterwards I visualized their calmly walking into their carry case (as opposed to wrestling them into it), traveling quietly in car (no swear words), and behaving like little gentlemen during the examination (you know how they were). I spent three weeks doing this. Focusing always on the positive. No negatives thoughts, no doubts, just calm, positive images. Then the day of the appointment came. Will this work? The doubts were overwhelming me. No, I had to center myself and put all my positive thoughts into action. I got their carry case and put it on the floor with the door open. I thought about them walking in. They did. Oh my god, I quickly shut the door. Surely this was a fluke, but hey I’ll take it I thought to myself. I put them in the car, talking the whole time to cover my nervousness. Remember, positive thoughts I keep chanting. They sat close together in the carrier in the car. Seemed really interested in what was going on around them, and were not swearing. When we got the vet’s and the examining room, I opened the door of the carrier and they trotted right out. Sat quietly while examined, no clawing, hissing, biting, back in the carrier and back home. I got home and let them out. Had someone snuck into my house and switched my kittens? Where were the heathens? What had happened here??!?!

And so the journey began.

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