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How Do Psychics Become Psychics?

I know how I became a psychic, but I am always interested in how other mystical people got into their careers of choice. Or did it simply choose them? I’ve interviewed a Nurse Shaman, Psychics Mediums and Celebrity Psychics. Here is my first interview of a tarot card reading, psychic, numerologist that does “Life Cycle Guides” which is an actual book of a year long forecast specifically tailored to each individual. I’m excited to find out how she got into this field, but the question I was most interested in was how did  she become a psychic. Some have near death experiences (NDE), others born with a keen psychic sense, others developed later in life and others take classes at places like the Berkley Psychic Institute.

Interview with a Psychic: Cassandra MacLeane

Q &A

Q. Cassandra where were you born and what is your background?

I was born on Cape Breton Island on the east coast of Canada and I am of Irish,
Scottish descent.

Q.Where do you live now?

Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

Q. What are your gifts and skills?

I am a psychic, medium, and psychic counselor.

Q. What tools, if any, do you use for your readings?

I use a combination of tarot cards, numerology and charts for readings. I feel that a professional psychic reading needs a strong foundation and all of my readings begin with the person’s chart – month, day and year of birth – which produces something
recognizably accurate and opens the psychic space. Then anything is possible.

Q. When did you discover you were psychic?

I guess I was around 4 years old when I discovered it, but I never thought it was unusual. I embraced it, while my mother suppressed it.

Q. When and how did you become a professional psychic?

I was 23 and had just served five years in the military. I was out of work, I was sick and my little dog had just died. I was feeling very sad and down. I had gone to one of the local churches and was sitting in the back when a medium came up and told me that my little dog was sitting on my lap. She talked to me for awhile and after that first meeting we became friends. She offered me the use of her library, which was great as I have always been a ”bookaholic”. I read everything she had and then more. Up until that time I had been trained as an air traffic controller and pretty much viewed my psychic ability as a hobby. I knew I had to have a job, but air traffic control jobs were pretty scarce at the time. As I was thinking of what to do next, a friend of mine called and asked me to come down and do a reading for the staff in her office. I said no, but she insisted and so I went. It turned out to be extremely successful and was pretty much the start of my new career.

Q. Where did you start doing readings?

After I did the reading for my friend’s staff, I called the Danish Tea Room and asked if they needed a reader. They asked if I could come in right away as their reader had to leave. I started the next day.

Q. Please tell us what other services you provide?

I have developed Cassandra’s Secret Cycle Guide which is a personalized guide to a year in your life. It uses a complex system of cycles to address the numerological energies of the world that you live in, and the world that lives in you. I’ll also have an app available soon! Information will be posted on my website about that.

Q. What other things do you enjoy doing?

I love to learn and I take a variety of courses each year. I also like to teach and have taught courses in England. I have two creative writing diplomas’. In fact, writing is one of my passions.

What is your website and how else can people find you on the web?

www.cassandramacleane.com and Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/Cassandra.MacLeane.Psychic.Numerologist

CASSANDRA MACLEANE

Enjoying an outstanding reputation as a psychic, medium and psychic counselor,
Cassandra MacLeane has been practicing for more than 30 years.

Hailing from Cape Breton Island off the East Coast of Canada, MacLeane comes from a
long line of psychics. Her great grandmother, grandmother and mother all had psychic
abilities.

Known for her accurate predictions, MacLeane uses a combination of tarot cards,
numerology and charts for her readings. She feels that a professional psychic reading
needs a strong foundation and all of her readings begin with the person’s chart – month,
day and year of birth – which produces something recognizably accurate and opens the
psychic space. Then anything is possible.

Both my great grandmother and grandmother embraced their psychic power,” explains
MacLeane. “My mother, however, hated it and tried to avoid it at all times. Growing up
I had psychic visions and psychic things happened, but I didn’t think it was unusual and
I pretty much ignored it, due to my mother’s attitude. It wasn’t until I got out of the
military that I began to research, study and explore.

Last Sunday I took Phalen out for a walk while Rowan and Ronan took a nap under the watchfull eye of Dad. On our way to the Library we pass a Mortuary, as we are coming up we see a hearse and a line of cars parked out front. Phalen stops, tugs on my coat and says “mum, he doesn’t like the picture they have inside.” I look down at him, then up at the line of cars. “what?”
“GonGon, he doesn’t like the picture… that one!” he points to two men carrying a flower wreath on a tripod, in the wreath was a picture of an older man. They place the picture next to the hearse as mourners exit the mortuary.
Then I see him, the older male standing next to the hearse. He does seem a bit annoyed with the portrate, I feel in my head ~I would have preferred the picture with my wife~

Phalen inches closer as the casket is carried out, we keep a respectful distance but still end up near a young woman and her child, the little girl seemed to be Phalen’s age. She was sniffling into her mother’s coat. Phalen lets go of my hand, takes her hand and pats her shoulder, then proceeds to rattle off something in Cantonese (4 years of only speaking Cantonese at daycare. Kid is fluent in Cantonese and English, and thanks to Dora he’s getting really good at Spanish). I have limited Cantonese so I picked out ‘little sister’, ‘grandfather’ and ‘dog’.
The mother looks at us and asks, “how did your boy know he wanted us to have his dog?”
“How did he know that he was your grandfather on your mother’s side? Phalen can, well, what do you know about the spirit world?”
The mother smiles, “I watch Ghost Adventures. Will Grandfather rest?”
“of course he will, he just wanted to see everyone in one place before he goes to be with the rest of the family ancestors”
“thank you”
Phalen and I make our way down the block towards the Library. Just as we are about to cross the street, he turns and shouts “Water his Jubilee plant!”
The group falls very silent, watching my son, who smiles and waves, “bye bye GonGon, hug PoPo for MoiMoi. She misses you”. Then he turns to me and says “lets go find Waldo, mum”
One of the things I love about children is that they really have no filter. He had a message to give, so Phalen came right out to give it. No thought to whether the recipient ‘believed’ or not. Sometimes I find myself having to hold back because the person who is meant to have the message is not receptive, I miss the days when I could just up and tell people what they needed to hear.

THE FIRST DOCUMENTED POSSESSION!

The Watseka Wonder The small town of Watseka, Illinois is located about 50 miles south of Chicago and on the eastern side of the state, just a few miles from the Indiana border. The sensation that would come to be known as the “Watseka Wonder” would first make it’s appearance here in July of 1877. ‘It was at this time that a 13-year-old girl named Lurancy Vennum first fell into a strange, catatonic sleep during which she claimed to speak with spirits. The attacks occurred many times each day and sometimes lasted as long as eight hours. During her trance, Lurancy would speak in different voices although when she awoke, she would remember nothing. News of the strange girl traveled about the state and during this time of popularity for the Spiritualist movement, many visitors came to see her. ‘Finally, doctors diagnosed Lurancy as being mentally ill and they recommended that she be sent to the State Insane Asylum in Peoria, Illinois. In January of 1878, a man named Asa Roff, also from Watseka, came to visit the Vennum family. He claimed that his own daughter, Mary, had been afflicted with the same condition as Lurancy…and he was convinced that his daughter had actually spoken to spirits. ‘He was also convinced that his daughter’s spirit still existed….but little did he know, that she was right now inside the body of Lurancy Vennum! To understand the strange and fantastic events that took place in Watseka, we must first start at the beginning of the tale and try to piece together a puzzle that has disturbed investigators for years. Is spirit possession really possible? If you explore the strange case of the “Watseka Wonder”, you just might believe that it is! ‘Mary Roff died on the afternoon of July 5, 1865 while hospitalized at the State Mental Asylum in Peoria. She had been committed there after a bizarre incident when she began slashing at her arms with a straight razor. It was the final tragedy in Mary’s descent into madness and insanity. In the beginning, it had only been the strange voices that seemed to come from nowhere; next were the long periods when she stayed in a trance-like state; then came her moments of awakening, when she spoke in other voices and seemed to be possessed by the spirits of other people; then finally, came her obsession with blood. Mary was convinced that she needed to remove the blood from her body, using pins, leeches and at last, a sharpened razor. ‘After that final incident, her parents discovered her on the floor of her room, no longer conscious and lying in a pool of blood. Broken-hearted, they took her to the asylum and here, Mary endured more tragedy as the “cures” for insanity in those days were hardly up to the standards of psychiatric hospitals of today. A favored treatment in the 1860′s was the Water Cure, where a patient would be immersed naked in a tub of icy water and then taken to a tub of scalding water. And there was more…. female patients, like Mary, received a cold water douche, administered with a hose and then wet sheets were wrapped tightly around them to squeeze the blood vessels shut. This was followed by vigorous rubbing to restore circulation. These treatments were administered several times each week. ‘Not surprisingly, such techniques brought little success and most patients never improved. Mental hospitals at that time were merely cages to store the insane and it would be some years to come before any real progress was made in mental health care. ‘Like most others, Mary showed no improvement and soon died. At the time of Mary Roff’s death, Lurancy Vennum was a little more than one year old…. but in just over a decade, their lives would be forever connected in a case that remains today as one of the strangest, and most authentic, cases of possession ever recorded. Lurancy Vennum had been born on April 16, 1864 and she and her family had moved to Watseka when she was seven years old. Since they arrived long after Mary Roff’s death, the Vennum family knew nothing of her strange illness, nor did they know the Roff family, other than to speak to them on the streets of the small town. ‘Then on July 11, 1877, a series of strange events would begin. On that morning, Lurancy complained to her mother about feeling sick and then collapsed onto the floor, passed out cold. She stayed in a deep, catatonic sleep for the next five hours but when she awoke, she seemed fine. But this was only the beginning…. ‘The next day, Lurancy once again slipped off into the trance-like sleep but this time was different, as she began speaking aloud of visions and spirits. In her trance, she told her family that she was in heaven and that she could see and hear spirits, including the spirit of her brother, whom had died in 1874. From that day on, the trances began to occur more and more frequently and would sometimes last for up to eight hours. While she was asleep, Lurancy continued to speak about her visions, which were sometimes terrifying. She claimed that spirits were chasing her through the house and shouting her name. The attacks occurred up to a dozen times each day and as they continued, Lurancy began to speak in other languages, or at least in nonsense words that no one could understand. When she awoke, she would remember nothing of her trance nor of her strange ramblings. ‘The stories and rumors about Lurancy and her visions began to circulate in Watseka. People were certainly talking and even the local newspaper printed stories about her. No one followed the case more closely than Asa Roff, the father of Mary Roff. In the early stages of Mary’s illness, she too had claimed to communicate with spirits and would fall into long trances without warning. He was sure that Lurancy Vennum was suffering from the same illness as his poor daughter. But Roff said nothing until the Vennum family exhausted every known cure for Lurancy. It was not until the local doctor and a minister suggested that the girl be sent to the State Mental Hospital that Roff got involved. He refused to see another young woman end up as his Mary did in the hands of the doctors. On January 31, 1878, he contacted the Vennum family. They were naturally skeptical of his story but he did persuade them to let him bring a Dr. E. Winchester Stevens to the house. Stevens, like Asa Roff, was a dedicated Spiritualist and the two men had become convinced that Lurancy was not insane. They believed that Lurancy was actually a vessel through which the dead were communicating. Roff only wished that he had seen the same evidence in his own daughter years before. ‘The Vennum’s allowed Dr. Stevens to “mesmerize” the girl and try to contact the spirits through her. Within moments, Lurancy was speaking in another voice, which allegedly came from a spirit named Katrina Hogan. Then, the spirit changed and claimed to be that of Willie Canning, a young man who had committed suicide. She spoke as Willie for over an hour and then suddenly, she threw her arms into the air and fell over backward. Dr. Stevens took her hands and soon, Lurancy calmed and gained control of her body again. She was now in heaven and would allow a gentler spirit to control her. She said the spirit’s name was Mary Roff. ‘The trance continued on into the next day and by this time, Lurancy apparently was Mary Roff. She said that she wanted to leave the Vennum house, which was unfamiliar to her, and go home to the Roff house. When Mrs. Roff heard the news, she hurried to the Vennum house in the company of her married daughter, Minerva Alter. The two women came up the sidewalk and saw Lurancy sitting by the window. ” ‘Here comes Ma and Nervie,” she reportedly said and ran up to hug the two surprised women. No one had called Minerva by the name “Nervie” since Mary’s death in 1865. I ‘t now seemed evident to everyone involved that Mary had taken control of Lurancy Vennum. Although she looked the same, she knew everything about the Roff family and treated them as her loved ones. The Vennum’s, on the other hand, although treated very courteously, were seen with a distant politeness. It was as if their own daughter only knew them as friendly strangers. ‘On February 11, Lurancy, or rather “Mary”, was allowed to go home with the Roff’s. Mr. and Mrs. Vennum agreed that it would be for the best, although they desperately hoped that Lurancy would regain her true identity. The Roff’s however, saw this as a miracle, as though Mary had returned from the grave. Lurancy was taken across town and as they traveled, they passed by the former Roff home, where they had been living when Mary died. She demanded to know why they were not returning there and they had to explain that they had moved a few years back. Further evidence that Lurancy was now Mary Roff? For the next several months, Lurancy lived as Mary and seemed to have completely forgotten her former life. She did however, tell her mother that she would only be with them until “some time in May”. As time passed, Lurancy continued to show that she knew more about the Roff family, their possessions and habits, than she could have possibly known if she had been faking the whole thing. Many of the incidents and remembrances that she referred to had taken place years before Lurancy had even been born. ‘Of course, not everyone in Watseka believed that Mary had taken possession of Lurancy’s body and ridiculed the very idea of it. Several of the doctors who had attempted to treat Lurancy started scathing rumors about Dr. Stevens and the Vennum’s pastor pleaded with them to have Lurancy committed. He predicted a time when they would wish that they had followed his advice. In early May, Lurancy told the Roff family that it was time for her to leave. She became very sad and despondent and would spend the day going from one family member to the next, hugging them and touching them at every opportunity. She wept often at the thought of leaving her “real family” and over the next couple of weeks, a battle raged for control of Lurancy’s physical body. At one moment, Lurancy would announce that she had to leave and at the next moment, Mary would cling to her father and cry over the idea of leaving him. Finally, on May 21, Lurancy returned home to the Vennum’s. She displayed none of the strange symptoms of her earlier illness and her parents were convinced that somehow she had been cured, thanks to intervention by the spirit of Mary Roff. She soon became a happy and healthy young woman, suffering no ill effects from her strange experience. ‘She also remained in touch with the Roff family for the rest of her life. Although she had no memories of her time as Mary, she still felt a curious closeness to them that she could never really explain. During occasional visits to their home, Lurancy would sometimes allow Mary to take control of her so that she could communicate with her family. ‘Eight years later, when Lurancy turned 18, she married a local farmer named George Binning and two years later, they moved to Rawlins County, Kansas. They bought a farm there and had 11 children. Lurancy died in the late 1940′s while she was in California visiting one of her daughters. ‘Asa Roff and his wife received hundreds of letters, from believers and skeptics alike, after the story of the possession was printed on the front page of the Watseka newspaper. After a year of constant hounding and scorn from neighbors, they left Watseka and moved to Emporia, Kansas. Seven years later, they returned to Watseka to live with Minerva and her husband. They died of old age and are buried in Watseka. ‘The Vennum’s stayed on in Watseka for many years but after the death of her husband, Lucinda Vennum moved to Kansas with Lurancy and her children. Dr. Stevens lectured on the “Watseka Wonder” for eight years before dying in Chicago in 1886. Mary Roff was never heard from again. http://www.prairieghosts.com/wonder.html

Will America Get Over its Nudity Hang-up?
Historian Says U.S. Laws, Attitudes Don’t Match Up

As recently as January, the U.S. Supreme Court was debating whether TV networks should be fined for showing a bare body part – in this case, a woman’s butt — on an episode of ABC’s “NYPD Blue.”

A lawyer arguing for the networks noted enforcement could lead to complaints about the Summer Olympics in Beijing: During the opening ceremonies a statute of a bare-breasted, bare-bottomed woman was plainly visible.

A decision isn’t expected until June, but no matter the result, the very fact this is a matter before the highest court in the land troubles historian Mike Foster.

America remains surprisingly prudish, or at least hypocritical, about nudity, says Foster, co-author with his wife, Barbara, of the biography, A Dangerous Woman: The Life, Loves, and Scandals of Adah Isaccs Menken (www.TheGreatBare.com).

“Officially, we’re uptight about nudity,” he says, “but happy to watch it in the media. Advertisers use nudity to make a buck, publishers to sell product, and protesters take it off to make a point.

“Lindsay Lohan’s nude spread for Playboy earned her a million dollars and was pirated on the Internet. Helen Mirren, at 64, posed topless for a puff promoting ‘Love Ranch.’ PETA women, who strip in public for attention to animal rights — ‘go naked instead of wearing fur’ — have been joined by their men.

The “ultimate fantasy commercial” for this year’s Super Bowl featured a beautiful Colombian model looking stark naked. It was done with paint and 100 million viewers feasted their eyes on a nude illusion.

Foster says our nude hypocrisy stems from the Victorian era, when actress Adah Menken was dubbed “The Great Bare” by writer/admirer Mark Twain. The Civil War-era bombshell singer and actress became famous as The Naked Lady for her starring role in “Mazeppa,” a drama in which she rode a stallion up a four-story stage mountain, apparently in the buff. She actually wore a flesh-colored body stocking, but the audience gasped — yet another nude illusion.

It’s mystifying that in Western Europe, the birthplace of many American traditions and values, billboards, TV shows and commercials featuring nudity are commonplace. Nude sunbathers enjoy their nations’ beaches — and don’t go home with awkward tan lines.

One hopeful sign that America’s easing up: At actress Betty White’s televised 90th birthday tribute, Tina Fey claimed the older actress told her: “Never let anyone tell you that you are not good enough to pose nude.”

Yes, our favorite “Golden Girl” did it, decades ago. Yet another “dangerous woman” ahead of her time?

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This article I am running isn’t of the paranormal, but I am a sex psychic. So this subject means a lot to me. I’ve always felt America was just down right strange when it came to sex… the author of the article seems to think the same thing.

By Cassandra Larsen

Living in downtown San Francisco and working as an opener for a major coffee chain, I would bike to work between 4 and 4:30 in the morning. My route took me along Sansome towards Broadway, crossing California.

One morning while I was crossing California I saw a young woman in a white Victorian era dress with beautiful lace details. As she was crossing the street in front of me I noticed dainty shoes peeking out with each step. It was a very windy morning but her dress wasn’t being blown around, just the movement of walking. Her hair wasn’t moving either. She had sort of an internal glow for me to see as much detail that I did. The smell of lilac and lavender was heavy in the intersection, a place where there are no flower beds. As I drew parallel with her she vanished. I stopped and looked around, committing what I had seen to memory.

When I got home later that day I looked up ghosts in the area and found the story of a San Francisco socialite who disapeared while on her way to her social debute. Story has it that she was found years later in the midwest where she had run off to, having no desire to become part of the high society social scene. The ghost started appearing after the woman died, supposedly walking California street to Nob Hill trying to get to the party she missed in her life.

Whether that story is true or not, I do know that I saw her more than once while on my way to work, smelled the lilac and lavender on more than one occasion as well.
Ghost Story

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The Schizophrenic Psychic

By Belinda Bentley

“What kind of ghost is it that can lock doors?”…

Paul Dale Roberts sent me an email, he was in a meeting and really needed me to take a call. I was available so I called John and told him I was from the “HPI Paranormal Hotline” and I asked how could I help him. “What kind of ghost is it that can lock doors?” I repeated to him what he’d said making sure I heard right. He woke up one night and his bedroom door had been locked from the inside. I asked him, does he sleep with anyone at night that can vouch that he doesn’t sleep walk?

John believes he doesn’t sleep walk. He doesn’t think he locked the door himself and he says he hears ticking noises; sleeps with the light on because something wakes him up at 4 am in the morning and has woken up with scratches on his arms – three to be exact. Some believe this a sign of a demonic presence. Last, but not least he feels that he is psychic. He claims to be able to change the outcome of events, namely games. According to him he has made the Green Bay Packers win. He also says that he has to be psychic because he is a Virgo and the youngest child. I myself am not familiar with any folklore about Virgos and the youngest children being psychic. According to John, his parents saw how much being psychic drained him and took him to see a doctor. They called him a paranoid schizophrenic and he is now on medication.

Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia says,
Not to be confused with Schizoid personality disorder, Schizotypal personality disorder, Schizoaffective disorder, or Schizophasia.

Schizophrenia (/ˌskɪtsɵˈfrɛniə/ or /ˌskɪtsɵˈfriːniə/) is a mental disorder characterized by a breakdown of thought processes and by poor emotional responsiveness.[1] It most commonly manifests itself as auditory hallucinations, paranoid or bizarre delusions, or disorganized speech and thinking, and it is accompanied by significant social or occupational dysfunction. The onset of symptoms typically occurs in young adulthood. [2] Diagnosis is based on observed behavior and the patient’s reported experiences.

Many people in the paranormal field feel Schizophrenia is a misdiagnosis for many psychics and mediums. After reading this I agree it sounds like every psychic I know. To any outsider looking at what a psychic medium experiences or tries to communicate from beyond is going to look odd, strange and maybe a bit insane or paranoid. Some might think it is bizarre or a delusion. We can believe in ghost, but some how it’s not OK to see them or hear them. I’ve seen so called “crazy” people walking the streets screaming at seemingly nothing. At times I have seen that there was in fact something there. Maybe those spirits are what drove the person crazy or they aren’t crazy at all. Unfortunately there was no way for me to tell if it was a condition or really paranormal in Johns case.

The medication he takes makes it harder to read him psychically. For him it suppresses the noise, the feelings, the activity, and it also suppressed his sexual functions, therefore he asked his doctor to lower the dosage so that he can remain sexually functional. The only problem is the paranormal began to stir within his home once more with a lower dosage. He told me he  doesn’t know if it is his condition or paranormal. He was hoping to get that answer from me.

When I asked him what he thought; was it his condition or ghost? He leaned towards the paranormal only after he’d woke up with his door locked. The door could just be broke. HPI would check it out, but he lives in Wisconsin.

He wants to developed his psychic abilities more, but it drains him. I advised against developing his psychic abilities if it was taking a toll on his health. The medicine suppressing all of his functions weren’t going to work for him in the psychic department, but against him which would only drain him more. I am not a doctor. I can’t advise him to stop taking medication just to be more psychic. The best advice I had was to deal with the problem at hand for now. I suggested he do a house blessing. Something Paul told me about sometime ago. John was excited when I told him what to do. Thrilled even. It was the first emotion I’d heard in the whole conversation. He said he would try it and will  let me know how it went. Then he excitedly hung up.

He was concerned in the beginning of our conversation that I just wanted to debunk everything. I assured him that wasn’t my job. My job was to find out how to help him and to get the facts that may lead us to the truth. “If your home isn’t haunted, then why would I scare you, by telling you it is. I just don’t want to assume anything.” He seemed to understand that. But it wasn’t until I gave him a solution, a solution to combat the paranormal that he really was happy. I felt he was joyful because someone actually cared enough not to assume he was crazy or assume it’s just his mental condition based on the fact he was labeled Schizophrenic. I know that he could in reality be having these experiences and if that is the case I don’t want him wishing someone would believe him. The help I’ve offered is harmless and has stopped paranormal activity in the past. I’m looking forward to his update in the near future.

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“Learned helplessness is the giving-up reaction, the quitting response that follows from the belief that whatever you do doesn’t matter.” -Arnold Schwarzenegger

The word “belief” is a difficult thing for me. I don’t believe. I must have a reason for a certain hypothesis. Either I know a thing, and then I know it – I don’t need to believe it.
Carl Jun

By Cassandra Larsen

I feel a bit blessed, we live in the bottom apartment of the house I grew up in. This apartment was the residence of the woman who owned the place. When we moved in it had been 4 years since her passing and close to 10 years since the passing of her cat, a massive orange tomcat named Monrico. After he died we would have scratches develop on the walls at cat stretch height, visitors would see him out of the corner of their eyes and sometimes when you were laying on a couch you would get a massive weight on your chest and the intense odor of Fancy Feast (chicken and fish with jelly, that is NOT a smell you forget) blown into your face.  The woman experienced a stroke a year or so after Monrico died and when I would visit I would see her in her bed with him around her feet. She knew he was there, I knew he was there and I knew that if I sat near her feet, he would scratch the heck out of my back like he did when he was alive.

I have encounters between myself, Phalen and the woman but this piece is about Phalen and Monrico.
I did not tell my husband or son about the cat when we moved in. Did not share that after the cat’s passing I would see him around the house, all three apartments. Our first night in the place we heard noises, the scritch of a cat in a litter box then the thudthudthud of an animal running pell mell from the back room to the front of the house and back again a few times. He asked me if a stray might have gotten in the house and I responded with a chuckling no. He turned on every light in the house just before the noises started up again, as the sound passed us there was a thump and our ‘timeout’ stool went up on one leg and then down with a clatter. The noises stopped for night.
Next morning Phalen is laughing in his crib, he seems to be playing with something that I could see but my husband could not. I asked Phalen who he was playing with and he said “big big kitty meow”. I asked him what color, he said ‘olange’. He played with Monrico all day, would sit in his highchair petting the air while he ate his meals. Then play chase, back and forth along the same path shouting “kitty kitty KITTY!” then he stopped mid run and looked at me, confused “kitty gone”.
Phalen tells me most of the time when he sees Monrico, once or twice a month. Has told his grandparents and gotten very mad at them when they asked if his not real kitty is coming to play. He has also ‘introduced’ Monrico to Rowan and Ronan, his twin little brothers, since they started ‘playing’ with the noncorporeal cat a few months ago. Phalen came into the nursery where they were playing kitty chase, he shouted “Kitty is back!” and all three of them, and the glinting eyes of a cat (on our video monitor) played for hours.
Sometimes when the boys are asleep and I’m up alone I sit on the bed and read, I feel the bed jostle and heavy footprints make their way across the down comforter and a large kittyloaf dent settles next to me. It makes me laugh, our lease says no furred pets and yet we have a cat.
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