I recently had to put down one of my cats. It happened so fast, crisis, emergency vet hospital, no good solution but the humane letting go to prevent further suffering.

I was left with one cat the litter mate of Toby II who I had to put down. They were extremely close and Thea would yawl and look for her brother. I thought about getting another cat briefly – certainly not very seriously.

Then my Mom talked me into going to “just look” at cats at her local pet shelter. My Mom is a big cat lover. She had just been thru a painful procedure at an emergency clinic. I thought looking at cats and petting some would cheer her up.

At the shelter most of the cats were listless and dull in their cages. A few kittens had some spark. I got to the last cage on the bottom and there was a little guy half asleep in the back of the cage.

I looked in and said “Hello”. immediately he opened his eyes revealing deep orange orbs. He jumped up and started pawing my hand thru the cage and rubbing against the bars.

“Take me” he insisted.

It was unexpected and unnerving with my recent loss so near in my mind. We left but I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was young and male a good match for my Thea.

The next day I called up the webpage of the shelter and found him. Again his distinct orange eyes made the picture. I showed my boss (another cat lover) and soon we were on the road headed to get him.

He came with some problems, big bite on back now a healing set of scabs, mites, bag of bones and soon to find out a fearless, wild child / devil personality. It is a understatement to say my household is adjusting.

He was a perfect candidate to try out my evolving video skills on…

Meet Bandit!


Animal Talk – Sheriff


He said he was a Sheriff and he took his job seriously!  Who said this you ask? None other than a dog I’ll call Sam.  Sam was one of my recent Animal Communication Class homework assignments.

Every other week, I have a conference call as part of my Animal Communication Class. The call consists of the class instructor and my other Animal Communication classmates.  We catch up and then all talk to a new animal guest.  It’s fun and
very motivating to hear what other people pick up from these interesting animal
guests.  Some people pick up the same information and some get very different information.  I’m amazed at all the talented individuals in the program.

In the in-between weeks we all have a homework assignment where we are hooked up with a classmate to share a picture of an animal and to do a reading for each other. One of my homework assignments was to talk to Sam.

Sam lives in Montana on a 10 acre spread with lots to protect. Not only does he spend his time looking after the place (he showed me a picture of him surveying a pasture) he spends a lot of time behind horses, three to be exact.  The image I got for that was just the hind end of a horse and its tail.  There appeared to be two other horses as well.  Sam likes the outdoors and has a lot of upbeat energy to share.

Sam also plays the role of big brother / looking after another dog on the property.  Sam likes dog pepperoni sticks and his wet food.

Quite a conversationalist don’t you think?

According to his owner he does seem to be on constant patrol duty always making sure everything and everybody (including animals) are safe and sound.  And yes he does spend a great deal of time behind horses helping out and hanging out.

Dogs are natural protectors but I had never thought of them as playing the role of “Sheriff”.   I have to say it does make total sense but where do they get these ideas?  Did this come from from watching TV? Maybe I should have asked him what his favorite TV show is?  I don’t know about you but I’m thinking Bonanza reruns.

Next homework assignment I’m asking about TV / movie viewing habits! Inquiring minds want to know…

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?

Animal Talk – 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 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


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…