My two girls, Lady Jane and Mz Lizzie, were Bordentown-rescued sisters as tiny kittens born of feral parents. As they grew I realized that they are paranormally sensitive, perky and alert when a visiting spirit was in the room with us. I’ve watched their heads turn, watching a movement cross the room that I couldn’t see but could sense.
Early on in Bordentown, they were both on the bed when, in the middle of the night, a voice came from wherever saying, “You have to sell everything and leave.” I’d had enough paranormal moments to know that I must pay attention to this and do as the voice said. Now, years later I realize that I probably would have lost everything I owned, i.e. apartment building and book shop business due to the economy down-swing if I had not heeded that message. Thinking that my mortgage interest rate would have increased (the bank reviewed my loan every 5-years) and the cost of heating a three story Victorian building with oil after the cost went from .79 cents per gallon to close to $4 a gallon. The other half of the apartment building was heated with natural gas. Those prices were already high and climbed even higher. Plus the usual maintenance of an old building. Rents can only be raised a minimal amount to help cover those increases.
Of course the girls woke at the sound of the voice, their heads swiveling as if trying to locate where it was coming from. Eyes wide, noses in the air. They looked at me expectantly. A person doesn’t forget shared moments like that.
The mild earthquake we experienced last year chased Lizzie under the bed minutes before it happened. She leapt off the bed and zoomed under it like the devil was chasing her. She always senses when thunder and lightning storms are coming and scoots to her favorite hiding place ahead of time. If my closet door is open, she heads for deepest corner in there first. Jane is a little slower to react but she is also psychic-sensitive.
One response to “Paranormal Cats”
Love this story. I am also a believer of cats, dogs and children being sensitives. Dawn Dleen