People often think I only communicate with animals through focused telepathy. Actually, our animals can understand a great deal of what we verbally speak to them…especially when we are congruent. By that I mean that our words match our emotions and our intentions. It isn’t just the words they have learned by association, such as “treat”, “walk”, or “apple”. They are able to understand us because our thoughts have energy and as we speak, the thought that is associated with that verbalization is communicated through energy. If you really want to ramp up their understanding, picture in your mind what you are saying to them. Pictures speak a thousand words to animals.
Just as some people are better at communicating than others, animals have different levels of communication ability. My cat Red, is probably the best communicator I have ever known…well at least with four legs. He is very clear about his needs and he also demonstrates repeatedly that he HEARS me. Let me share a few examples.
Here at Open Heart Ranch there is a large labour of moles. Despite my pleas to move out to the pasture area, they have built their tunnels throughout the yard mounding up dirt and ripping up grass over vast areas. Since they didn’t want to cooperate with my suggestions about a different area for them to live, I enlisted the help of Mr. Red.
Red came to me about five years ago. I first met him when he was just a small kitten at the nearby organic dairy farm when I was buying milk. He wanted to come home with me but I told him we already had three cats and that was plenty. Six months later in the middle of a very cold February, Red showed up with a friend. He has been here ever since.
With Red, all you need to do is ask something out loud as if you were talking to a person and he responds. This first happened when Red decided to bring “treats” to the dogs. There is a small fenced area to let the dogs out for a quick “do your business” run. Red began bringing remains of his catch and leaving them in the dog yard. Sometimes they weren’t even remains but the entire “catch”. Not wanting the dogs to have “raw meat” besides what I was providing, I told Red not to bring them anymore. He stopped. Okay, he did it again about 6 months later but again stopped when asked. I also explained to him that the dogs did get plenty of food every day despite what they might be telling him. ( I think he and Doc have a system going.)
I decided to ask Red to help solve the mole problem. Now I know cats don’t like the taste of moles, they have told me so but Red has always been eager to help. I asked him to reduce the mole population and explained that they were tearing up the lawn. Twenty minutes after I said this to Red, (again, out loud), there was a dead mole lying on the side deck and a proud Red looking up at me. I thanked Red and told him he could put them somewhere else when he was done with them but to continue the good work.
Red spent the next few months keeping the mole population down. As the summer came to a close the moles had found a new work ethic and were digging tunnels faster than ever having moved into the vegetable garden. Again, I spoke to Red. “You really need to help with these moles. They are ruining the garden, I need you to get more of them”. Shortly (30 minutes) after I said this to Red, I was down near the barn sitting outside with some friends. I noticed Red where the garden meets the pasture. He appeared to have something. Red began working his way towards me and as he got closer I could see he was “herding” a mole. He continued to herd the mole until he got about 10 feet away from me. As I watched this I was shocked to see the little mole stand on it’s hind legs, bare it’s teeth and lunge towards Red. Red would jump back a bit and then look at me. Then the mole would run a bit with Red in pursuit and the mole would “attack” again. This continued for about 10 minutes. I had no idea moles were so vicious towards a cat. Clearly Red wanted me to know that his skill with the moles was no small feat. He did eventually kill that mole. And while I am not thrilled to see animals die, I felt I had given fair warning to the moles about where they might live. After all, there was another 60 acres for them to choose from.
When the kittens were born this past summer, Red was initially a bit put out by the attention they were getting and that they had invaded his territory. I discussed this with him. Rather than scold him for hissing and spitting at them I decided what I really needed from him was to help protect them. I explained to Red that these kittens were now part of our family and it would be important for him to protect them and watch out for them. Since Lucy died, Red has assumed the role of Guardian of the Ranch. He is a great Watch Cat. Red took to heart what I said, made friends with Mama kitty and plays with the girls. He is still a bit standoffish to Junior but that is to be expected. He never fights with any of them, he only occasionally defends his personal boundaries. After all, he is the top cat.
I know Smokey also hears me quite clearly although he is a bit more apt to reply with “whatever” or “yeah, when I get time” ;-).
Have your animals heard you too? I encourage you to share your stories in the comment section of this blog for others to read. Understanding just how intelligent and soulful our animals friends are opens the door to a more peaceful world.
P.S. I am committed to trying again to convince the moles to move to greener pastures this spring.