How I Found My Lost Cats

About ten years ago, maybe eight, I was living in a two bedroom condo with my four cats. At the time I was totally committed to daily meditation and had a full-time massage practice.  I usually spent two hours a day, at a minimum, in meditation, so I was very attuned to my energy body and most definitely to my cats.

Sometime during that time period I decided to have a party and invited a few friends over. It was a nice spring day and I had the door open. Rosie and Bear, sister and brother cats, were shut off in one of the bedrooms and Gem and Clea were free to roam as they usually did. They are very social cats and I assumed they loved the company. At some point during the party I noticed Clea wasn’t around so I searched for her to no avail. One of my intuitive friends mentioned Clea didn’t want all the people in the house and left and that she would return. Well, she was gone for close to two weeks and I was beside myself.

Nicky, my first feral cat, had slipped through the screened window of my bedroom the year before on the first night we moved into the condo. He never returned. He had told me he didn’t want to move from our house to the condo, and I didn’t address his deepest issues around the move. I saw him several times after that but he was too fearful and feral and ended up living in the woods just beyond our new home. It took me a year to get over it. So you can imagine my distress at Clea’s disappearance.

Around the eleventh or twelfth day I received a phone call, a woman, one neighborhood over had her. She said Clea had been on her porch and called the phone number on the tag. Thank God she had her collar and name tag on. Clea lost lots of weight which probably triggered the chronic pancreatitis condition she has, although she has always had digestive issues.

Then maybe a year later, Bear ventured outside and was missing for three days. My intuition was highly developed, but I hadn’t fully trusted it with my animals. I had heard of this animal communicator so I called her. She worked in tandem with another communicator and the three of us talked. Beth told me the best thing I could do was to settle my mind, move out of the fear and connect with Bear from my intuition, because that is where he could hear me and feel me from. He had been missing for two days before I spoke with the communicators. I had made flyers walked all over my neighborhood with them, calling for him, one of my clients even helped me. I put food out down near the woods and by my front door. But nothing was working. What brought Bear back was our psychic connection.

Bear was a late bloomer. A rescued feral kitten, I socialized and nurtured from three months of age, hadn’t come fully into himself. Gem the other male and top cat, didn’t let Bear take up too much space and I had a keen sense that he was stepping out to venture into a right of passage to embrace his more empowered self. Sure enough after I spoke with the communicators that afternoon, and I sat on the couch meditating (as painful as it was to let go of the fear that he may not return) attuning my heart and mind to Bear’s, at least three times before the night was over, the next morning at 5 a.m. he was at the front door waiting to be let in.

I also realized this was a right of passage for me as well. I was learning to trust my intuition to bring me full-fledged into the world of animal communication professionally. Since that morning my ability to communicate with my cats increased ten-fold. Today I can connect with them anywhere they are, in the house, the yard, or from hundreds of miles away when I am out of town.