Cat tails

Mordok · 2018-12-22 19:05:59

I have a tall tail to tell, in fact many tall tails. Unfortunately I will have to settle for this tale here. You see, I have cats. Unfortunately, my Dad did not like cats and that soured me on cats so it took a long time before I would come to appreciate them so much. Now that I am older and wiser I know wonderful cats can be and that some have been my defenders all along.

If we start at the beginning, my life was sabotaged before I was even born. My Mother was in a car accident while pregnant with me and the hospital didn't realize it because she was a large woman in the waist already. So she was given medicine she shouldn't have been given and that messed with the development of my interface to the other side and so it was broken before I was even born. My Higher Selves get information from my side, but I get absolutely nothing from their side, directly. Anything I know comes from dowsing the YES and NO questions. I don't feel when demons get put in me and I don't feel attacks unless they cause physical pain. My abilities didn't start showing up until I was in my 50's and only through dowsing. The extra senses are there but the interface isn't. To make things worse, at the age of 4ish I had a horse shoe fall on top of my head, leaving a dent I still have. I am of the opinion that my pineal gland was damaged and that is why I have no third eye.

I grew up with dogs and slowly warmed up to cats as I got older, and that is good because I have some special kind of connection with cats, it seems. The first two cats I got were liter mate kittens. I went to get one and came back with two. (Anyone remember that potato chip ad... "Betcha can't eat just one"?) Cleopatra and Mary. My friend who helped me get the cats named Mary after his late wife. When Mary died after only about 1 1/5 yrs, I renamed Cleopatra as Princess and she ultimately went with me from Iowa to Florida in '03. But before I took that trip, I had other cats. Both of these cats had souls.

Sammy was a cat I saw in the window across the street from where I was living in Iowa. He had been found on a farm and the farmer's daughter tried to adopt him. He was about a teenager in cat years and into science. Especially gravity. He loved doing gravity tests. Push anything on a table or counter that can move and push it off the edge and time how long it takes to hit the floor. He never showed me notes on the experiments, but I am sure they were thorough. When I realized that the cat's owner was a cashier where I did my grocery shopping I mentioned seeing the cat in the window and found out she was planning to take him back to the farm where he came from or somewhere similar. So I volunteered to take him.

Then another cat came along and another. And finally Smokey came along. Smokey had a soul and was a really nice cat, but I was totally ignorant about cats and with six of them, things were not going as smoothly as I had hoped in my small apartment. But I took these last three from people who felt they really needed to be rid of the cats and even if all I did was find them good homes, that was all the owners cared about. So I did my best. In Smokey's case I didn't do so well, but he didn't hold it against me. Smokey went and one other cat found a home and things were settling down. Then Mary had an accident that took her life. Eventually Sammmy developed kidney disease and I had to put him down. Little did I know that the other side was doing this to him because of me. Or the other cats that came along. So that left Princess, just one cat out of six.

In 2003 I moved from Iowa to Florida with Princess. I was starting to wake up and ran across orgonite and gifting. I started to make TBs. I found KITTENS. The apartment complex I was at had a pool and on the way to the pool were these kittens. So with permission of the owner, I often stopped and played with them on my trips back and forth. They were all spoken for and I felt safe. I had Princess, what do I need with kittens. But Princess was already 15 years old by now. Then one day the owner of the kittens mentions that all of the kittens were available and she didn't know what to do with them. Everyone who had spoken for them had backed out. They were supposed to be all males but when I got my two back home (there goes those chips again) I discovered one was a female. So there I had Snickers and Shadow, both ensouled. And another cat came along without a soul but we all loved her, even if she was a pain in the rear at moving time. She would hide and it would take hours to find her. I can only guess that the ensouled cats knew what was going on and were more relaxed. Anyway, soon after I got her something happened to Princess and I had to put her down. She had not completed training Snickers and Shadow and should not have been put down so soon. I made a mistake. Snickers and Shadow were less than 6 months old.

One day I get an offer that turned out to be too good to be true, but I didn't know it at the time and so Snickers and Shadow and the other cat and I rented a car and made a road trip to Arizona and a week later got a ride to Nevada. When that turned sour after only 5 weeks I managed to rent another car and ended up in Colorado and after a year and a half I found myself back in Florida and only a few blocks from where I used to live.

This is where my abilities really started to come through. I started finding targets and thus I became a target myself. Only I had no protection and no awareness of anything happening. And my cats started taking the hits for me, even if I had no clue yet what was going on. First it was Shadow. Some illness that set in really quickly and by the time I got him to a vet, it was too late. Then they picked on Snickers. Of course they were running me through the wringer as well. I was starting to get connected to my 5D from time to time but mostly it was an impostor spoofing me and I couldn't tell. The other side wanted me to switch sides and I refused. I was on a bike ride at the time and after I told them where they could get off, I went right home. When I got back home and sat down in a chair and invited Snickers up onto my lap, she wasn't there 10 seconds when she jumped down and started having issues. She couldn't walk and was having trouble breathing. This was a Sunday and I don't own a car. All my neighbors were gone and the only vet that was open was a log ways away. There was nothing I could do to help her and within two hours she was dead. Then something happened to the unensouled cat and so I gave her up in hopes they would leave her alone.

And for a few years I went without a cat. The next cats I encountered turned out to be ET cats that invaded shortly after I got to Arkansas. Thanks to Loohan and the Allies they were eventually dealt with. I was getting a lot of flack at this time and ended up moving three times in short order before I sort of settled down in another apartment complex. After a few months, a kitten showed up at the complex and I took it in. The office had a fit. They have these corporate rules that tend to remove humanity from their tenants and I broke them. Only they forgot to tell me about all the rules when I moved in and so I got to keep the kitten... minus some vet fees and a pet deposit. And so Kitten and I were happy... for about a year.

Another kitten showed up. This one was eating bugs around the building and of course they had just sprayed the outside to kill the bugs. Well, I took that kitten inside and gave it some good food and tried to do the right thing for it. This time the office had an even worse fit. Now I know the pet rules and have no excuse for not taking it to a vet and getting it checked and vaccinated and fixed and all that. And me without a car, or a lot of money. Before I can do anything the whole situation escalates into calling the police and wanting to evict me and so I gather up my cats and leave... minus my deposits.

I end up where I am now. The landlady has since passed away, but at the time she also had a cat and was feeding stray cats so I felt right at home. I started putting out food for strays as well. As I noticed cats I hadn't seen before, I'd take a picture and send it to Loohan and he would let me know if it had a soul or not. The first cat wasn't exactly a stray. It had lived in this apartment and now the owner had moved next door and it still considered this apartment as her territory. Her name was Boo at the time. Her owner eventually moved a little over a block away but Boo came by regularly to say HI and grab a bite to eat.

Patches was the first one to come along that did not seem to have an owner but did have a soul. After a couple months when I thought I had seen all the local strays, another cat came along. At the time I couldn't think of a name so when I sent his picture to Loohan, I just called him the new cat and eventuall it became Newcat. Patches had been mistreated and so would not let me get close to her. She lived in the jungle that was what was left of a basement that never got walls or a roof over it for 40 years. Floor and walls were concrete but that was it. There were trees growing up out of that concrete 8" across. The drain was mounted a few inches higher than most of the floor so after a rain there was a swamp. And 40 years of neglect meant that anything organic that fell down there decomposed to soil and that let all kinds of weeds grow. Anyway, this was Patches' home. She never let me close to her and when I destroyed her habitat in the basement, she moved away. Newcat was the first cat to show up and let me pick him up the very first time we met. Newcat actually lives a block away but I never knew that back then. When he showed up and I found out he had a soul I wanted to adopt him, but he didn't want that. He liked coming inside on winter nights and eating warm food that hadn't been out in the cold for hours, but eventually he wanted back outside. I do know his original family moved away and neighbors to over his care, but only to a degree. All I knew was that he didn't want to stay over night at my place but he did like to come and eat.

Another cat that had a soul is Spike. He showed up one day and had this ugly wound on his head. Maybe he was hit by a car. He hung around for a couple months and Loohan had healers look him over and get him some help. Then he moved on and found a place that took him in and he lived a couple more years.

Lots of cats came and went, even kittens. Right off I was introduced to Mamma Kitty, AKA Bigfoot. She was a polydactyl cat and must have had almost 3 litters a year. She had been coming to my apartment for food even before I moved in and my neighbor said she had been around a long time and was almost always pregnant but the kittens were never seen. That was before I came along.

Anyway, there I am with Kitten and Pinky and all these cats coming and going. Mamma Kitty had at least three litters after I arrived before she died. The next to last was the first group she ever brough around for me to see. All males and none ensouled. One got run over out front. One got run over a block and a half way on the highway. The third I had caught for the landlady and she kept him on her back porch at first. He was pretty feral, as was Mamma Kitty. I visited him twice a day and played with him and brought him treats. He was supposed to be keeping another cat company but it was like putting a baby in with a teenager and the teenager wasn't happy. So the teenager was eventually brought inside the landlady's house to keep her cat company. At this point I brought Rocky home but my cats weren't so happy with the situation and so I put Rocky back outside. Of course by now he had been separated from his litter mates and so that was all screwed up. But he mostly stayed friendly with me and eventually we got to be good friends. Even his brothers got so they trusted me. Eventually Rocky got a walk-in soul but he got run off by Pinky. After that I can only guess what happened to his body.

Pinky wasn't to be around for a long time. When I tried to get him neutered, the vet said he had a heart murmur and had me bring him back a few months later. I think Loohan had some healers work on him and he was able to get neutered the next visit. I don't know if the poisoned bugs affected his heart or not, but after only a couple years he developed cancer and had to be put down. I'm sure that was a result of eating those bugs. About a month before he died, he was laying against my arm on my chest and I had a communication with him through my 5D and found out he didn't like the name Pinky. He wanted to be called Butch so I changed his name. This was the beginning of many name changes for cats to come.

The last litter that Mamma Kitty had, produced only two kittens. The male is ensouled and I only saw him a few times. The male is still alive somewhere, too. The female I managed to catch and got her spayed and released and eventually she got friendly enough and got a walk-in and is still living with me. She takes after her mother in that she is also polydactyl. Her name is Mittens.

There are two other cats that came along as well. Henry and Autumn showed up about the same time and I always thought they were together and related, they looked so much alike. Autumn was ensouled but Henry was not. They showed up about the time of Mamma Kitty's last litter. Henry was already neutered and Autumn was a kitten. So I got Autumn and Mittens spayed around the same time. I had expected Autumn to stick around and Mittens to go back to the wild but it didn't work out that way. Autumn was probably off on her own within a few months. Mittens took almost a year before she would come inside to live.

Along this time there was also an orange cat that hung around. A male without a soul. It and Mittens hung out in an abandoned shed or vehicle that was in the thicket across the fence. The fence line itself being full of downed limbs and weeds and whatnot. He was kinda skinny and I fed him some fish that someone gave me that I didn't care for. Unfortunately it was cooked and had bones and I think one got caught in him somewhere it shouldn't have. That summer he always had a cough and he never put on weight. Through the winter he got pneumonia and I finally took him in and to a vet and tried to help him. I had forgotten about the fish bone possibility so all the ved did was prescribe an antibiotic. It took a while to get him neutered because of this and so he kept wanting to pick fights with Henry and so he went back outside. Then the cough came back and I brought him back in. He still coughs when he gets attacked but he has put on a lot of weight and is looking much better.

So a couple months ago Boo's owner died. Now Boo's owner was into drugs and had a lot of drug related friends and they weren't overly friendly to cats. Sometime in the last 6-9 months someone smacked Boo in the face and did some serious damage to her lower jaw. I think she either lost her lower left canine tooth or it broke off maybe but her lower jaw is lopsided now. She has a nice soul and I took her in. I think the druggies intended to sell her to someone who wanted her for a blood ritual and they managed to lure her away one day but some Allies intervened and let her loose when nobody was at home later that evening and she finally showed up. Normally she didn't stay out very long. I haven't let her or my other cats out since.

And finally we come to Annabelle. She was born to Boo's daughter in the house with the druggies. After Boo's owner died, the druggies were eventually evicted and all the cats were chased out. Boo came to me to live. There were kittens from two different female cats and none were ensouled. One of them eventually made it's way to my place and got caught in a live trap I had set for possums and skunks. It was cold that morning so I brought her inside for a while to warm up and be fed and then I let her go. She wasn't ensouled and I already had five cats. She has a different pattern to her coat and when I let her go, I thought it would be nice if she got a walk-in and I could keep her. Well, she got caught again and now she had a soul and I am keeping her.

Now that I know better, I know that when Henry whines at the front door it isn't to go out, it is because he is being attacked. Delores barfs when attacked and sometimes Mittens does as well. Arnold, the orange cat, has a coughing spell when he gets attacked. The other side always goes after weaknesses. Some cats had to be put down because of the terrible things that were done to them while they were protecting me and I never had a clue most of the time. The really humbling part of this story is that it has so little to do with me. I am just the body, the vehicle, for my soul and Higher Selves. Truth be told, I have been a very lousy vehicle because of so many things beyond my control. It is my 5D they are attracted to.

This sounds like some kind of cat story that anybody could write, so lets get to the good stuff. The tale that hides behind the tails.

Lets start with Butch, AKA Pinky. He was the first one that I sensed had a connection with my 5D. I didn't know why at first, but I knew there was something. That was the beginning. My 5D is really the one that the cats are attracted to, not me, not this body. The soul that was in Butch is the same soul that was in Smokey... one of the cats I had when I was in Iowa. This cat soul has been following my 5D around for years watching over me. Then when it finds a chance to be in a kitten and come find me, it gets poisoned bugs to eat. Between them and the attacks on me, he didn't live long, but he was a great cat and his soul is still around me, waiting for another chance to curl up in my arms once again.

Delores, AKA Kitten? She is the one that came before Butch. When Butch got his new name I asked her if she wanted a different name and soon after I got the name Delores. So she got a new name but what about her past? She came to me out of the blue at that other apartment complex as a kitten, just like Butch did a year later. It turns out her soul is the same soul that was in Mary. Mary died in bed with me after having an accident playing with her sister and Sammy. In the middle of the night, everything got still. The cats had suddenly stopped racing back and forth. I turned on the light and Mary was on the floor, hind legs at an odd angle. When I called to her she could only pull herself a little ways with her front legs. Her back legs couldn't move. I woke the vet up and he said he would look at her in the morning... just keep her warm and comfortable. So I put here in bed with me where she usually sleeps but by morning she was gone. Her soul followed me to Florida and all the other places just like Butch's soul and just like Sammy's. Delores and Butch were good friends at first and I suspect it is because their souls already had met. Not that souls have all that much control over the bodies they are in, but perhaps it does make a difference at times. As I added more cats, Delores became less and less friendly with any of the cats. Sammy's soul turned up in Rocky and now that Rocky is dead, this soul is hanging out with all the other cat souls that protect me... only because I'm the vehicle for my 5D.

Snickers and Shadow... remember them? They joined me in Florida and got to travel to Arizona, Nevada and Colorado before going back to Florida where they both passed away. Snickers is the walk-in for Mittens and Shadow is the walk-in for Henry. Snickers and Shadow were in the same litter but Mittens and Henry were from totally different litters and yet when they got together they were almost instant friends. Again I think it made a difference that the souls knew each other.

Remember Patches? Patches' soul is the walk-in soul of Annabelle. How about Spike? Well, Spike's soul did a walk-in to the orange cat. Orange Kitty got renamed Arnold. I have no idea if any of these souls incarnated into other bodies in hopes that they might get close to me. I am not aware of it. The lifespan of stray cats or cats that go outside isn't the greatest. If you remember Princess, she tried to get back to me. I have a friend in another state who has been feeding stray cats and eventually there was a litter. He sent me pics and I thought one of them was ensouled. He actually let the mother come inside to have the kittens, even though he is a dog person with two small dogs. The dogs were raised with 8 cats and he claims they have been thoroughly ruined by the cat exposure but we know different, don't we. Anyway, we talked about him visiting and bringing down the ensouled kitten but he just couldn't make it. The next set of pics there were two ensouled cats. The soul that had been in Princess was in one of the other kittens. And I came to find out that the other cat soul I noticed is some kind of soul litter mate to Princess' soul. I tried really hard to get up there to get them. I really wanted to have more time with Princess but it wasn't to be. Eventually the two souls were relocated to two other bodies where they could be better taken care of and are still in those bodies. I think if I had a larger place to live and could have more cats, Princess' soul would return to me and bring her sister soul with her.

There is one other cat I can mention. Between Florida and Arkansas, I spend a few weeks in S. Carolina. One day there the person I was staying with heard a kitten crying. We were leaving a parking lot so she got us turned around and parked and there was a kitten trapped in a storm drain. I managed to get it out and she adopted it but soon after I left for Arkansas, it disappeared. Not long after that she died and I didn't think much more about it until a little over a year ago when an ensouled cat showed up. It was young and already pretty feral and I couldn't get close. There were so many other male cats around that it didn't surprise me when it disappeared. When it showed up I checked first chance I got and I got back that it was someone I knew from my past and it was several weeks before I finally got the pieces together (Remember, only YES or NO questions) and figured out that this soul came from that kitten I rescued. It had no idea how far away I went and took off walking. When that body died it just kept coming. I think the body here got run over but the soul is still here with me.

Again, this body is not what they are after. They want my 5D and this body is as close as they can get to it with their bodies. I am Aspie and I was raised with Fear instead of Love and yet they keep coming to me. I have too many cats in too small of an apartment but I do the best I can and I keep wanting to take in ensouled cats whenever I run across them that seem to be homeless. I do my best to take care of them. We are a family and even now, with the latest addition of Annabelle only a week ago and Priscilla joining us just a couple weeks before that, the hisses and growls are almost gone. But this is a 2 bedroom apartment I am in temporarily while my one bedroom is being renovated. It will be a tight squeeze when I get back there but we will manage. These cats deserve more and better for all they do for me.

Without a working interface I'm like a sitting duck. How much energy these cats have taken on my behalf, I have no idea. It has taken the life of at least 3 of the cats and maybe more. For all I know they can get in a cat's head and make them run out in front of cars. They sure like to get in my head and mess with me, I know that.

So there you have it, all the cat tails I can muster at this time with the memory that I have left. Once I started looking into this, I was amazed until I realized that they are doing this for my 5D and not me. I am of the opinion that souls progress. I don't know if they start at mineral and later move to vegetable and then mammal and then spirit but I do think my soul has spent a lot of time as a cat. In fact, if I understand my 5D correctly, this body is the first two legged humanoid body it has ever been in. That would explain all the cats and why I tend to not take to other humans so much. (Of course the fact that most two legged things around me have been ETs of one kind or another doesn't help that part much.) Even if the cats only want my 5D Higher Self, I know I am still blessed that they have all come into my life and that their souls keep coming back into my life. I am sure it is because of the broken interface and that I need all the help I can get. So be it, I'll take it and I'll give these cats all the love and harmony I can.

UrosS · 2018-12-23 05:20:59

Thanks for sharing tail tales Mordok.
I've just counted 9 cats I had, 2 died, 2 disappeared, not sure if they're still alive. Since last 3-4 years, when I moved to this village, I have Chilli, the most gentle, kind, sensitive and honored ensouled girl. Her sis Toomy disappeared 1st year.
I've made little cat entrance at my hut's door. Gradually appeared 3 more ensouled in neighborhood being around, 2 took shelter at winter time (also now), and of course protecting me. Don't know if they are here for any of my higher D selves especially, cannot discern so much. But I noticed that they intercepted heavy attacks often. I really have good conversation with them, they seem to understand everything I say or communicate telepathically. I think that I was also guided to live at such place where is not much traffic, nature, etc. where they can be more healthy, safe, and move freely as they want, catch mice, birds, dormouses, beside demons of course.

jeaux · 2018-12-30 19:53:45

Cats have always been my favorite animal. As a child, myself and my brother, sister and cousin would pretend we were cats, just... catting around. Crawling on all fours, meowing, following each other around. We did that for years.

When I got older I'd borrow Cat Fancy magazines from the library. As you can tell, I was one cool kid.

I still think cats are incredible, but I couldn't say if I was ever one in a former life. I certainly have a tie to them, though.

Hoping to get a place where I can keep cats again.

Loohan · 2019-01-15 09:56:04

Finally got around to reading this.
I have known many instances in the last 8 years or so of people's cats getting sick and/or dying because they intercepted the black magic energy attacks directed at their owners.

Of course oftentimes they get directly attacked pretty hard for this.

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