Little Blessings

After a few days in the big cage, our momma cat is still hiding behind the litter box. I will be glad to get it all over, she may be as well. I wonder how animals feel about having no choice in their reproduction cycle. Ruled by nature a cat will have generally two possibly three litters in a year, and provided they make it without being taken down by illness or injury, this cycle can go on for years. Some will say that animals have no feelings about such matters, yet I can detect a weariness in this momma cat, and suspect it is a blessing to her in many ways. In a few weeks she will be back out in her world, no more to worry about the responsibilities of motherhood and the burden it can be to a wild cat on her own.

The Cycle of Life

This has been one of the most amazing weeks. Started out with two emergency energy healing sessions that lasting three days, one hands on, one remote, (at the same time) and ended with the capture of Harlequin. The female feral cat who has been almost impossible to pin down. I wish after all these years I could say that it gets easier, it does not. I am able to regenerate my own energy much quicker now that my own cycle has shifted. And at the same time I wish I could come up with an equation to solidify a theory of  intentional electromagnetic transference. Can't do everything. Guess I will take what I have been given and call it a day.

Rescue Momma

Finally: We were able to capture the mother cat. Could not believe it.  

A great day in the neighborhood. 

The Newbies

Our latest rescue effort.

After The Rain

The rain last night cooled things down. It is now cloudy and calm and more rain is in the forecast. We have taken in a new litter of kittens, and are keeping them on the back porch until we can acclimate them to the rest of the gang, or until we can find homes for them. It saddens me that so many animals are without homes these days. People are in dire straits and can't afford to feed them, and are barely able to feed themselves and their families. Still, there is nothing like the love of a pet, and the enjoyment they can bring to a family. I have been fortunate to have always had animals in my life. From that first German Shepard pup who got run over. To my first real friend Pooch, a gangly Dalmatian who followed me everywhere, even to school. He would sleep outside the school (I was in the 1st grade) and follow the bus home at the end of the day. Luckily we lived about a quarter mile from the school, and it wasn't a long walk for him. But I think he would have followed me anywhere. I guess in some way I always measured my friendships and human relationships against this model. Devoted, true, dependable and steadfast. Not too many have measured up, but that has been just fine with me.