Poor old Harry Houdini; he spent a lot of time and effort exposing bogus seance artists who claimed to be able to communicate with those who have passed on. He would have had all the answers to his questions if he had only had a cat that loved him.
Scooter has been gone for many years, picked off by a coyote, but while he was alive, I discovered that he was a telepathic cat, even though I was slow to figure it out. That ability saved his life, twice that I know of. Brat is another cat that can put thoughts into your head, and it seems that he can tell what I'm thinking, too. How does he know when it's time to wind up the phonograph?
I shot this little video of Nellie in her last few days. I checked on her every morning and evening, helping her eat and drink, then arranging her on her bed so she would be comfortable. The last visit, I knew she would be gone in the morning. She just ate a few bites, and couldn't hold up her head. Her breathing was shallow, but she still purred when I told her good night. Ten o'clock that night, I was getting a drink of water in the kitchen and felt a cat rub my leg. I looked down and no cat was there. I told Susan that Nellie was gone, and she was. Love can reach across a great divide. Jack stuck with me as I buried her.
So nice Blogger
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Thanks, George. Nellie had a long and happy life.
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