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Scaredy Cats #MadeByYou

In honor of National Cat Day, it’s time for some purrformance reviews. Watch these feline freakouts right meow!

Source: Scaredy Cats #MadeByYou

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T.V. and Deep Thoughts

When I was watching the latest episode of Doctor Who (S09E05) last night, he said something that really stuck with me. “People talk about premonition like it’s something strange. It’s not. It’s just remembering in the wrong direction.”

It got me thinking about what I believe and don’t believe. When I gave up Christianity and came to the conclusion that God is probably not a thing, I decided to stop believing in EVERYTHING that wasn’t scientifically proven.

It’s been several years now and some things keep popping up that I don’t know how to deal with. “Spirituality”- How can you be spiritual if you are an atheist? Is there a better word for when you feel an absolute connection with nature and the universe? I have that feeling sometimes, when I work in my garden or when I watch the meteor showers.

Premonition is a very tough one to figure out. Back when Sylvia Browne and Jon Edwards were popular, I was a sheep and I believed it all to be real. It’s like Mulder’s poster, “I want to believe”. And I eventually found out it was all a scam. Just like religion. So I threw it in the bin of things to no longer believe.

So what do I do with the instances in my life where I personally had premonitions? There were a few very strong instances in my life where I knew what was going to happen or something was warning me about something that was going to happen. I know the normal explanation is “coincidence”. I call bullshit. These two events affected me deeply and I have never forgotten:

I had a dream one night, well really a nightmare. I was a young teenager at the time. I woke up sobbing and the memory of it did not fade as dreams usually do. A little girl was on her way home from school and stopped by a quick mart to look at the cheap jewelry on a rack. A man took her and locked her up under his garage. It didn’t make sense to me at the time, but she was under the fucking garage. I told my mom about the dream and I was upset and out of sorts for 2-3 days. I kept thinking about the poor girl under the garage. Then it came out in the news that a missing girl in PA or NY had been recovered alive- she was last seen at a neighborhood quick mart. They found her locked up in a bunker under a garage, kidnapped by a pedophile. I felt such relief, but so upset that I knew and I couldn’t do anything to help her. Is this premonition? What is this?

The other instance is something creepy that has an explanation, kinda. I’ve read that it could be part of OCD or something. When I google, a bunch of hooey numerology and angel numbers comes up. Maybe someone better educated can clue me in.
Here it is:
Six months before the Twin Towers fell, I kept seeing 9:11 on my clocks. I would see it out in public on clocks. It was every day just about for six months. I was so upset by it, I put black tape over the digital readout on my stove and VCR. I tried and tried not to look at any clocks after the second month of this. It was torturous and I thought I was losing my mind. It finally stopped and then a few weeks later, it was September 11, 2001. Is this premonition? WTF is this and how do I file it away in my head?

Deja vu happens to me frequently and always has. It makes me think of timelines and other dimensions! This particular memory brings up thoughts of reincarnation.

The strongest moment of Deja vu I will never forget: I was 15 years old, on a church group tour with my grandmother, visiting Norway, Sweden, and Denmark. We were in a very old hotel far north in Norway, surrounded by countryside. I sneaked out the back door after breakfast to have a smoke. The view of the hills, the ponies, the old wood fencing, the misty morning, all of it- slammed through my being and I felt as if I were HOME. After the initial feeling of joy and belonging, fear and confusion took over. WTF was that about?? Cell memory? According to 23 and Me, I am 3.9 % Scandinavian. So I have some DNA there…

Update 12/5/2016  Just saw this article:

I had heard of this concept back when the tsunami in the Indian Ocean happened.

Update 6/11/2017  Just saw this great video on Ted-Ed about Deja vu

Update 5/20/2018  I just read this article that could explain my strange feelings when I took in the view of those hills…  It’s called Stendhal Syndrome.

P.S. if you are interested in finding out your DNA origins, click here. 23 And Me

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Spooky the B & E Cat (2009)

Cat B & E

I live in a neighborhood with lots of rental houses. Renters sometimes get cute little kittens for their children to play with. Eventually, the kitten grows up, is not so cute anymore, gets boring, and then begins reproducing. Of course there are a lot of responsible pet owners that do the right thing, spaying, neutering, vaccinating, etc. My anger is directed to the irresponsible ones that let their female cat have litter after litter of kittens, outside, in the elements. Then the renters move away and leave behind their mess of kittens that reproduce like rabbits!

Spooky fresh out of the cage
I love cats. I hate to see cats suffer, freezing and starving every winter in my neighborhood. I am quickly becoming the cliche’ crazy cat lady. This past winter, I fed and sheltered a total of 9 cats. I have thrown together a mish-mash of a cat house on my deck, made out of saw horses, poles and a rubber truck bed liner for a roof. I had no intention of sheltering any cats when winter started but when the snow came, they started showing up. I fed one and he told another. And another shows up, with his two sisters. In no time at all, there were 10 cats. I found homes for two, spayed 3, one died, one was injured and the Humane Society picked him up. The rest are all boys and they are still hanging around. There are already 6 pet cats in my house, aged 15 years down to 10 months. I do not need anymore cats!

The cat that does the

breaking and entering

is a tortie I call Spooky. I thought she was feral so I caught her in a “have a heart” cage and took her in to be spayed. She was busy mating with those boys the week before so she was already pregnant. I felt kinda bad paying for a kitty abortion, but I can’t even find homes for the cats that already exist! I considered keeping Spooky but she does not get along with my pets. She doesn’t understand why I put her back outside after she healed from the surgery. She keeps breaking into my basement. We live in a 118 year old house. There are single pane windows halfway below ground level with concrete window wells. We plan on eventually putting in glass block, we just haven’t gotten to it yet. Anyway, two panes were broken out and critters could get in and out of my house. As a temporary solution, I made a sun room over the window with a storm window and thin Plexiglas sides. Now the cats could go out and sit in the window well and have 180 degree view without getting wet or cold. My kitties loved it because they could see people walking on the sidewalk, see other animals in the driveway, see the birds above their head, etc.
let me in!!

So back to Spooky… After her surgery, I let her out of the cage in the basement and she proceeded to show me she was not a feral animal, just a shy house pet that someone threw out. I kept her locked in the basement away from my pets. The weather got nice for a while so I started putting her outside. She wouldn’t stay outside; she dug at the Plexiglas until it separated from the glass window and she broke into my house. I woke in the middle of the night to a screaming cat fight downstairs! I ran down, found her under the furnace with my Simon staring at her, daring her to come out. I shooed him away, scooped her up and foggily searched my brain, wondering if I forgot she was in the basement before I went to bed. I set her outside, locked up, and went back to bed. 20 minutes later, there was cat screaming again and I realized she had broken into my house. This time I coaxed Simon out of the basement and shut her down there alone. The next morning,

heavy duty bricks

I went to work outside on the window, using packing tape because it was too cold to use the silicone rubber I had used previously. Later that day, Spooky moseyed into my living room, pleased as punch, she had let herself in again. Out she went and back to work I went. This time I tried setting bricks around the sides of the glass, closing off all the Plexiglas. Then I found out that Spooky is uncommonly strong for a cat. Once again, she strolls into the room, during dinner, and freaking out the rest of my cats. It turned into a game. I would try to block the window and she would figure out how to get through. She even tunneled


the bricks one time, 10 minutes after I had just reset the concrete. I finally gave up. I had to block the window from the inside and so far she hasn’t gotten through. Just in case though, I get all my pets upstairs and shut the basement door before I go to bed at night!