Animal Talk – Toby II

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My other cat Toby II is a sweetheart but does have one behavior that in my opinion might fall under challenge animal.  It only happens once a year at his annual vet exam…

For some reason Toby II does not like anything to do with his cat carrier.  It is quite a scene to get him in and once in he cries as if he is in a torture chamber.  Since I always take my cats in together (separate carriers) he will also get Thea yowling too.

When I enter the Vet lobby with two loud pitiful screaming cats.  It is quite a dramatic scene.  The only benefit to this situation is I never have to wait.  I’m escorted into an examination room in seconds flat.

I assumed something happened to Toby II regarding a cat carrier before I had him.  I got Toby II and Thea at the same time as siblings when they were 5 months old. As opposed to Toby II, Thea seems to be fine with a cat carrier.

At the last Vet visit Toby II capped off his visit by pooping on the exam table when it was time to put him back in the carrier.

I could tell the Vet was perturbed but she just said “Is it ok to use this as his stool sample?”

That’s pretty diplomatic I thought to myself as I readily agreed to the request.

Back in Animal communication class I asked the person doing the reading on Toby II to see if they could find out why Toby II freaks out around the cat carrier.

Turns out Toby II is not afraid of the cat carrier or Vet as I had assumed but he wants to have choice about the situation.   After all he is a cat and cats are all about independence and doing their own thing.  Toby II just takes it to the extreme.

My task is to figure out how to let him have choice for his next Vet visit.  Anybody out there have any suggestions for me?

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Animal Talk – Thea

Thea

Have you ever wondered what your pet is thinking?  Hmm, I have to say I was a bit nervous when it was time to share a picture of one of my pets for someone to read.

The day before my first Animal Communication course I had come home to find a big, wet, mound of cat throw up on my bed.  I have to say I was not pleased.  I had a lot to do that evening and I certainly hadn’t planned on changing the bed linens. I can’t say for sure but there was the possibility of a few choice words escaping my mouth possibly directed at my pets…

I stripped the bed and carried the dirty linen down to the basement to where my washer and dryer are located.  To my dismay right in front of the washer was the remains of a small bird.  The only thing left was its feet, some tiny feathers and some gore. More choice words…

Well at least I know knew who had thrown up and why.  I have two sibling cats a female brown tabby Thea and her black velvet coated brother Toby II.  Thea was the
hunter and had shown her prowess a few times before.  Poor Thea, she must of felt pretty bad to throw up and to do it on my bed was certainly making a statement.

In class our pet pictures were passed out and a lady who I will call Sandy received Thea’s picture.  She was sitting just a few chairs down from me intently studying Thea’s picture.  I began to feel nervous as the recent throw up episode entered my mind. What was Thea going to say?  Was she going to report my poor handling of this recent incident?  Was I going to be singled out as a bad pet parent? I was on pins and needles.

After what seemed an eternity it was Sandy’s turn to report on her communication with
Thea.  Turns out Thea did have quite a bit to say…

Like animals everywhere Thea talked from her perspective. Thea liked her feather toy on the long stick and playing with her brother.  Her favorite food was tuna. She didn’t really like TV.  She gave Sandy a tour of her house showing upstairs and downstairs.  Sandy reported that my kitchen was white and we had a small yard.  Thea loved me and liked her home.

I was astounded.  All this was extremely accurate! I don’t watch TV but I do watch videos and sure enough Thea will come in the room to see what I’m doing but then leaves with the attitude of “how boring”.  I was surprised at the small yard revelation
though. It certainly was true but did this mean it was too small?

After class on the long drive home all I could think about was my small yard.  Was it too small for my cats?  Should I think about moving to give them a bigger yard? I really did want them to be happy…

Animal Talk – On the Farm – Bigfoot

On the Farm

The finale, of the category “you just can’t make this stuff up” is the following true story.

Every so often, usually at dusk but not always we heard a scream coming from deep in the woods behind our house.  It was the kind of scream that would make the hairs on the back of your neck standup.  It sounded like a cross between a human and an animal.

We didn’t talk about it much.  What could you say about something you couldn’t identify and on top that it was scary, creepy and unnerving to hear?  We came to the conclusion that a Bigfoot lived deep in the woods and left it at that.

I told my friend Julie about it but she didn’t believe it – until the day she heard it. We were trail riding behind my house.  It was a beautiful afternoon and very peaceful riding in the woods.  The pleasant, rhythmic clop, clop of the horse’s hooves and birds singing made a wonderful musical backdrop.

Then we heard it, the animalistic human like scream. It was closer than I had ever heard before.  Both horses’ stopped dead in their tracks, their ears pointed and highly alert.  I noticed that the birds had stopped singing and it was eerily quiet. Julie turned around and looked at me, her eyes big with fear.

“What was that” she said.

“That’s that sound I was telling you about, it’s a Bigfoot”. I said confidently hiding my own fear.

The horse’s shifted nervously.  I was afraid Pride was going to bolt.

“What should we do, turn back”? Julie asked as she scanned the surrounding woods.

“Ok” I said.

We barely had to touch the reins to the horses’ necks and they were turned and quickly heading back.  It was obvious they didn’t want to hang around any longer than we did.

I never did know what made that sound.  Years later my sister said “Oh that was just a cougar”. Well I got on the internet and listened to cougar sounds.  It was most defiantly not a cougar…

Footnote:

However, after writing this I searched for Bigfoot sounds on the internet and came across a sound that sounds similar to what I remember hearing…

The link below has several sounds.  The sound most similar to what I heard is identified with the following description.

In 1973, there were several sightings in a gravel pit in Puyallup, WA. These sounds were recorded by Mr. Marlin Ayers. You can hear birdsong, and a train whistle in the background. Known as the Puyallup Screamer, this creature’s vocalizations terrorized the residents of the neighborhood

http://www.oregonbigfoot.com/sounds.php

Animal Talk – On the Farm II

On the Farm

Living in a rural area and on a farm things happen that fall under the category of “you just can’t make this stuff up”.  I will just share a few tidbits…

Waking up to the neighbor’s herd of dairy cattle in our front yard. You know what they say – “the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence” .  Well it’s true for some people and some animals.

The cat that celebrated Thanksgiving Day by killing and eating one of the baby turkeys.

Under the category of unfortunate accidents, one of our roosters met his demise by getting his head caught in a cement block.   Sometimes you just have to let the bug get away…

The duck that thought it was a chicken.  Truth be told, we had put the duck egg in with the other chicken eggs, so it hatched with all the other chicks.  But it just goes to show you how much influence your environment can be…

Our dog showing up with a face full of porcupine needles… not once but twice. Now that’s a painful way to learn…

Animal Talk – On the Farm

Billy

On our farm we had quite a diverse range of animals with new ones showing up from time to time. On the 20 acres we called home there were many features such as a creek, pasture, apple orchard and woodlands containing various unique trees and vegetation.

One distinctive tree near the house was a holly tree.  Prior to moving to the farm I had never seen a real holly tree.  I had just seen the occasional holly wreath.  I never thought about where the holly leaves actually came from.  If you’ve never seen one, they can be quite large, bushy and of course covered with sharp pointed holly leaves.  A tree you would generally stay clear of unless you wanted to make a holly wreath or something crafty like that.

Growing up in this natural setting provided many hours of unique entertainment and quite a view into the interesting behavior of animals. One day a new animal arrived on our farm, a white billy goat. I don’t recall exactly what his name was so I’ll just call him Billy.

Billy had quite a rack of horns on his head and of course a cute little beard.  He would let you pet him but oftentimes he would put his head down and look pretty serious about being on the verge of charging you.  If you didn’t know any better this could look pretty scary.  We knew he was all bluff and bluster and paid him no mind.  Billy was known for two deeds that were his claim to fame on the farm.

The first deed happened one summer morning.  That morning Julie was coming over to visit.  I could hardly wait to show her our new pet goat.  When she visited, Julie would ride her bike over and leave it at the end of our long gravel driveway and walk up.  Our house was on a hill so you couldn’t see our house or yard till you crested the hill and then you were in our front yard.

Julie arrived and took a few steps on the lawn.  I was just going to introduce her to Billy, when she got a funny look on her face and before you could say good day, she was off like a shot.  She sprinted across the yard and then propelled herself up the closest tree, which happened to be the holly tree.  Right behind her with his head down ready to butt, was Billy.  I had never before or after seen Julie move so fast. Somehow Julie made it up (and eventually down) the holly tree without a scratch from all those holly leaves.  She was fine from that experience and we were able to have quite a few laughs about it later, although she never did take to Billy.

After that we liked to keep Billy in the front yard as he kept the grass under control and the extra bonus of him being able to chase any unwanted (or wanted) visitors.

Billy’s second claim to fame was on a hot summer day. That day our big front living room windows were wide open. I guess he wanted to visit because Billy jumped right thru one of the windows into the house and had a look around.  My Mom didn’t like this visiting idea one bit.  With a couple of swift moves with the broom and some choice words she had Billy out the door in no time.  Billy had the last word though because he managed to leave his calling card on the floor just in case we ever changed our minds…

Animal Talk – Class III

Very Cute but…

There was another horse (pony actually) our family had but I had forgotten about her because we only had her for a short time due to her shall we say “personality traits”.  These traits caused much consternation and heated conversations over the dinner table.   Two strong traits or you could say problems stood out:  A mind of her own and quite an independent streak.

After we had gotten Pride there must have been some ear bending going on between my parents and my younger sister (who was too little to ride Pride).  Because one day my parents brought home a pony just for her.  It was real cute when all saddled up and ready to ride.  Unfortunately this was one the problems.

I have a vivid memory of my sister getting on this cute pony for nice ride around the pasture.  It started out ok for a few steps but suddenly this pony took off like a rocket racing around the pasture all the while managing to throw in some impressive bucks.  My terrified sister hung on to the saddle horn for dear life and somehow managed to throw out some impressive screams before landing on the ground.  As you can imagine this sort of behavior (mind of her own) didn’t go over very well with my parents or my sister.

This pony was pretty smart too because another thing she did was escape the fenced pasture and find her way back to her previous home (independent streak).

Needless to say this pony was returned, which was obviously what she wanted!  Here again help from an animal communicator may have been able to help remedy these problems for all involved.

In animal communication class this would fall under the category of challenge animal.  On the last day of class we got to try our hand on this difficult aspect of the course.  My challenge animal was an adult dog with a couple of issues one being not getting along with the other dogs in the household.

When I connected to this dog I got big baby / puppy energy, which was scattered and hard to hold on to.  I had to really concentrate to keep a connection.  When I asked about the other dogs in the household and what would make the situation better, this dog practically yelled that he “wanted to be the only one”.

Ok so that’s the message, now what do you do about it?  When I took this class I had no idea of this aspect of animal communication.  All I can say at this point is I’m compelled to explore further and have signed up for a full in-depth 18 month course on the subject.  So stay tuned for more animal adventures…

Animal Talk – Class II

Publicity photo for Night After Night (1932)

Mae West

Big Red, the starved Thoroughbred race horse that we acquired was you guessed it big. He was 17 hands tall compared to Pride’s 14 hands. A hand in horse talk is about 4 inches measured from the ground to the horse’s withers. 

It was quite a shock and heartbreaking to see him when he arrived as he was just skin and bones. My teenage friend Julie said he had been reduced to eating bark off trees to stay alive and if we hadn’t of taken him in he would of gone to the glue factory. I don’t know if it was true or not. Julie could tell some tall tales sometimes.

Big Red was an elderly gentleman we figured at least 20+ years of age. He had a nice easy personality and he fit right in with Pride. They would graze happily together.  Although as much as he ate and we fed him including the sneaking of grain to him (I wasn’t supposed to give him grain as it was expensive and saved for the cows) he had a long way to go to get back to a normal weight. As long as we had him you could see his ribs.

We did try riding him but his idea of a ride was one sweep around the pasture and he was done. It was just like he had run his race and that was it. For the most part we just let him be and wondered what his story was.

Julie suggested we try to find out his racing history. She said race horses were tattooed inside their upper lip. I didn’t believe her but it was true. Big Red had a tattoo inside his upper lip but unfortunately it was unreadable. I wish I could have talked to him back then but I had never heard of real animal communicators. Of if you did, it most certainly meant a crazy person.

Fortunately times have changed and anyone can learn to talk to animals. It’s even possible to talk to trees but that’s another story…

Back in animal communication class, one of our exercises was to talk to one of the horses. It turns out it was to be the horse who had put me in my place earlier.  I’ll protect her identity and just call her Mae as in Mae West, because she reminds me of a glamorous black and white movie star.

When I connected to her I was shown a picture of a horse with a wreath around her neck and someone standing next to her, it was obviously a photo of a horse and rider winning a show.  The image itself was interesting because it resembled a black and white or sepia toned “movie star” photo.  I was curious if the person in the photo was our instructor.  So I tried to zero in on the person in the photo.  When I tried to do this the image in my mind instantly zoomed in and framed the horse only!  The person flew out of the picture.  It was very clear what Mae wanted the focus to be… just her!

Now I don’t know about you but I think that is really interesting and certainly gives me pause.  Imagine if it was common to talk to animals what kind of world we would live in and how different it would be…