Cat Telepathy: They don't have to

The examples of telepathic contact with cats, in my last posts, all show the richness that grows in one's life as one learns how to awaken the senses. I taught a brief class in how to do this once. When I saw one of my students a week later, he said he had tried it with his cat. I was intrigued.

What happened? I asked. He smiled a bit ruefully.

Well, I thought to her, “Why don’t we talk together like people do?”

And she answered – or at least I heard in my head – “Because I don’t have to!” And then she turned around and walked away waving her tail.

I will admit I cracked up. It was so feline.

Was it a woman’s voice? I asked him when I had stopped giggling.

Yes, he answered thoughtfully, it was.

So one of the first lessons we learn, in exercising our new-found powers of sensory awakening, is that other things are not only alive, aware and responsive, they also have their own opinions about us, which may or may not be complimentary.

This is why it is so important to approach all things with respect and kindness. Bring gifts. 

She will want to talk to you, I pointed out, if you have something interesting to talk about. Cats are very practical and self-centered creatures. I suggested that next time his cat is sitting quietly and dinner time is near, beam a big close-up image of her dinner, complete with fragrance. After a moment, ask her mentally,

"Do you want some food?"

If she bounces to her feet and starts meowing hungrily, ask her mentally which flavor of food she would like. See if you can get some input from her that is in her own interest.Then, of course, bring her the food she asked for.

He said he would try it, but I have not seen him since. So I do not know if he followed up, or he and his cat lapsed back into companionable silence.

Cat Telepath: Blackie

The last posts have told the stories of my telepathic moments with cats named Lilith, Twinkle and Tigger. After Twinkle and Tigger went their ways I got Bootsie and Blackie as tiny kittens, so small at first that I could hold one in the palm of each hand. Bootsie was Twinkle all over again, neutered male version – fluffy, white, affectionate, dumb as a post but you had to love him. Whatever came up he would charge into it and get mixed up in it somehow.

Blackie, on the other hand, from the very first developed the habit of waiting quietly underneath something while Bootsie got himself dirty or scolded or wet or whatever the outcome was of his latest rampage into the unknown. Bootsie was the kind of cat that curiosity kills, but Blackie was a Witness. The things Bootsie did that worked out well, Blackie would also begin to do. The things that got Bootsie into a mess, Blackie would not imitate. Why should he get his paws dirty? Like Tigger, he was the smart one.

And I communicated with him telepathically from the very first. Bootsie had the same opportunities, but like Twinkle he wasn’t that much of a talker – he was more a kinaesthetic learner. Bootsie didn’t need to talk about things to figure them out, he needed to fall over them and get them stuck in his fur. But Blackie took to telepathy like a natural. As a result I have had casual conversations with him all his life. He has heard me tell the Tigger story, and has his own inscrutable plans about how he will handle it when he finally leaves his own cat-body for the Next Step.

They were all my teachers – four wise souls in furry little bodies, that snuggled with me, and ate my food, and in exchange gave me the gift of sensory awakening as they understood it. Blackie sleeps on the front porch as I write these words.

Cat Telepathy: Twinkle Starr

In the last post, I told about a moment of contact with my cat Lilith. She didn’t have many other conversations with me – she was content with petting and food and a warm place to sleep. But her successors were a white, long-haired, feather-brained sweetie named Twinkle Starr, and a long-legged tiger tom (fixed) named Tigger, with a Siamese meow and a very quick understanding. 

Twinkle didn’t ask for much – being the family beauty and treated accordingly was enough for her. But she did have one problem. This was that I persisted in shutting the screen door, when she wanted it left open so she could go in and out as she pleased. It didn’t matter which side of the door she was on – when I shut it she began to wish she were on the other side.

This persistent failure to communicate led to her meowing forlornly before the screen door until I got up from my seat again, and let her pass through the same door she just went through in the other direction. Since what she really wanted was to have the door left open, she was never satisfied and there was a lot of forlorn meowing.

Then one day, as Twinkle was sitting with reluctant patience beside the closed screen door, I heard a girlish voice in my mind. It said,

Can I go out please?

I stared at her. She had told me what she wanted telepathically! I was so thrilled I stood up right away and let her out.

After that she knew she had me. I was so excited about hearing her wishes in that way, that she got what she wanted instantly. From Twinkle’s perspective, that was more like it! The next time Twinkle ambled over to the screen door and found it closed again, she looked over at me and again I heard

Can I go out please?

I complied promptly and she went out like a shot, obviously pleased. She had finally trained me!

Like Lilith, Twinkle saw no reason to expand her repertoire beyond that one practical application. But she used her one human trick for the rest of her life, and we all had to endure a lot less meowing. I found it much harder to blandly ignore her when she spoke to me in the voice of my own kind.

Cat Telepathy: Lilith

Aloha once more, gentle readers!

The next few posts will relate examples of the use of sensory awakening for animal contact.

It is natural that I should turn to cat stories for this, having been close to cats all my life. I don’t suppose cats are particularly telepathic – there are plenty of books in print and out of it about telepathy with horses, dogs, and other domesticated species, as well as moments of contact in the wild. But we did not have horses, or dogs or accessible wilderness when I was growing up, because we were in the city. So I got used to cats.

Still, it was only when I was an adult with a cat of my own that the first real event happened. I was home alone. Notice that this means there were no other people in the apartment.  But I did have a cat, named Lilith. I was not as alone as I thought.

It was the end of a hard day’s work, after dinner, and I had been resting in my favorite armchair for some time. I had placed a glass of water on the floor next to the armchair, where if I reached down gently my hand would come straight to the glass so I could lift it up and have a drink. Without realizing it, I was in the state of passive attention in which telepathic contact moments occur.

My tabby cat Lilith strolled around from behind me, gazing fixedly at my glass of water. When she came in front of me so we could see each other’s faces, I heard a woman’s voice in my mind, interrupting my thoughts like one radio transmission cutting across another. It said,

There’s a bug in your water dish.

She stared at me solemnly and walked on. I picked up my water glass carefully.

A Daddy Longlegs spider had fallen into the water. I took glass, water and spider to the door and set it free unharmed. I did not try to contact it, but the simple piece of advice from Lilith had given me the eerie feeling that if I addressed the spider mentally, I might get an answer.

What was apparently Lilith’s voice had referred to my water glass as a “water dish” – the word that I used for her drinking vessels, but not my own. And while Lilith had plainly seen the spider in the water as she walked past it before addressing me, there was no way for me to know there was a spider in my water glass until, at Lilith’s suggestion, I picked the glass up and looked.

It was a vivid piece of verifiable paranormal contact, happening in such an off-hand (or off-paw) way that it would have been easy to miss it completely.