Conversation with a Cat (That’s right, a cat. And yes – an ACTUAL conversation.)

A while ago, I did a post about a conversation I had with my dog, Dolce. We used to have a cat also. His name was Mints and we had him from the time that he was a kitten, but he passed away in his 13th year. We don’t know exactly what happened… we just kinda found him in pieces on our front lawn one afternoon (sorry about that mental image). It was just a few years ago that I began learning and practicing animal communication, so I never got a chance to practice with Mints when he was alive. I decided to have a little chat with him this weekend (and, for those of you who are wondering, you can communicate JUST as easily with a deceased animal, as you can with a living one):

"Make yourself useful and turn on the tap for me..."

“Make yourself useful and turn on the tap for me…”

Me: How did you feel about your life with us?

Mints: Living with you was all that I needed it to be – it was all that I wanted. Even more, if you ask me. I just wish that you could have arranged more time for us to be together, to spend quality time in each other’s arms and heads and hearts.

Me: What would we have done if I had?

Mints: We would have… (Shows an image of him nuzzling my face and purring. I used to push him away most of the time when he tried to cuddle with me because he’d get cat hair everywhere.)

Me: How did you feel about Dolce living with us?

Mints: Dolce was a barbarian, if you ask me. He still is. You need to control him. Ask him to stand still. It won’t hurt him.

That cat is about to snap...

That cat is about to snap…

Me: He really misses you. You were his best friend.

Mints: And he was mine. I loved him till the day I died. I just didn’t want to be subjected to his whims and desires and boisterous behaviour. (Now, that I’m reading this again as I’m typing, I’m remembering that when Dolce was still a puppy, he used to try and mount Mints.)

Me: He wants to do a session so you guys can talk and spend some time together.

Mints: I’d be open to that.

Me: Do you still visit with us sometimes?

Mints: Naturally. I’d like to be part of your time travel affairs – your time spent on the other side. (He’s talking about my holistic therapy sessions. It’s totally normal for the spirits of other animals to come and help me in my sessions with clients.)

Me: That can be arranged.

Mints: (Flicks his tail with satisfaction.)

Me: I wish I’d learned animal communication before you died…

Mints: I know. It’s hard.

Me: Were you really depressed when we first brought Dolce home? (He seemed very depressed for a couple of weeks afterward – we didn’t see much of him during that time and when we did, he usually kept his distance from us.)

Mints: I was mildly disappointed. Took the attention off me.

Mints would have made an excellent supermodel

Mints would have made an excellent supermodel

Mints: (Shows an image of my sister, snuggling with him.) Naturally. I liked her.

Me: You were so cute!

Mints: I know. (He sounds pleased with himself.) I wish I could have stayed.

Me: Tell me about how you died.

Mints: We don’t have to talk about that.

Me: I want to. I want to know! For closure…

Mints: Okay, I’ll tell you. I fell… (Shows an image of him running towards our house) So scared. (Suddenly a large dog – a wolf? a coyote? – appears in front of him.) There were so many of them. All at once, they were surrounding me. Confusion.

Me: I’m sorry you went through that. I’m most sorry that you were afraid – that you knew you were probably going to die and were afraid. I’m sorry that you suffered.

Mints: It’s okay.

Me: Why is it okay?

Mints: Because I’m here, now.

Me: Where?

Mints: Where you can see me. (Smiles.)

Me: Mints, do you think that you’ll ever return to us in physical form? (It’s common for animals to reincarnate and return to human families that they’ve loved.)

He wasn't one of those cats who climbed Christmas trees - he just liked to hide under them (from dogs, cameras, and clumsy humans).

This is one of my fave photos of him because he looks like a cat alien.

Mints: Of course I will!

Me: You will?!

Mints: Of course.

Me: When?

Mints: I don’t know. When I’m ready.

Me: Well, how will we know that it’s you?

Mints: Because I’ll tell you. Keep your eyes peeled.

Me: Is there anything that you want to share with the readers of my blog? Is there anything you want to tell them?

Mints: I would tell them to care more about pets and animals. We bruise easily. Be more spontaneous. Play like a dog or cat.

Me: Thank you, Mints.

Mints: Thank YOU.

Me: I love you.

Mints: I miss/love you, too.

Avril

Why I Heal Animals and Then Eat Them

This weekend I signed up with the Goodlife Fitness centre in my hometown. I have a leetle extra pudge on me right now due to work-related stress and some high-fat content food addictions. I figured instead of quitting my job or cutting out the foods that make my heart sing, I’d just take some endorphin-creating aerobics classes and maybe pump some iron.

During the the initial interview process – where they ask what your fitness goals are, etc. – the guy asked what my diet is like. “Oh, I eat really well, actually,” I told him. “I’m on the Paleo diet.” Of course, like so many men who claim to be health enthusiasts, he questioned this choice (and sorry to be sexist, but it always seems to be men who hold something against the Paleo lifestyle). This guy went on to inform me that if I was experiencing fatigue throughout the day, it could be attributed to lack of carbs in my diet.

This always makes me want to laugh when I hear it.

If anything, my energy levels have sky-rocketed since going Paleo. Not only is it easier for me to get out of bed in the mornings, I practically bounce out from under the covers and right into my pre-selected oufit for the day. My energy levels are even more stable from morning to evening. No more swinging from a caffeine-induced buzz to total and utter exhaustion and then back up again via a sugar high. Yes, life is sweet, now that I’ve expelled the sweets, dairy, grains and other processed foods from my diet.

And maybe that comes as a surprise to you.

“Shouldn’t someone who works so closely with animals and who has conversations with them and heals them and OBVIOUSLY adores them as much as you do, Avril…. um… not eat them? Like, shouldn’t you be vegetarian or something?”

Well, no. That’s not really the way it works.

Yes, I do love animals and yes, I speak with them the same way that I speak with humans and, really, I believe that animals are every bit as important as humans are (as much as we like to believe that we’re the most significant beings on this planet – or even in this universe).

HOWEVER. My body needs what it needs.

Due to some skin issues, I’ve been on numerous diets throughout the past several years. One of these was a vegan diet (thanks mostly to my decision to watch the videos of animal torture and abuse on Meat.org one fine afternoon). Unfortunately, in the three years that I was vegan, my skin issues never cleared up. They did improve, but not even close to the point where I felt confident going out into public without makeup on – or even at all, some days.

Thankfully, I finally got an intuitive nudge a couple years ago to try going Paleo. And after deciding to become a practitioner for animals, as well as discovering everything I now know about the meat and dairy industries, this was NOT an easy choice. But I made it knowing that my body would never ask me to do something immoral or evil.

Through other holistic practitioners, I learned that there are farms in my area that are small and family-owned businesses, where you can go and visit the animals they raise and see what sorts of conditions they live in. And trust me, it’s nothing like factory farming. These are animals that are raised in grassy paddocks, with plenty of room and easily accessible shelters. Calfs that are playing with each other, and that eagerly come over to any human they see standing by the gate. Chickens and roosters that have the run of the entire property. (Watch out for poop! Don’t say I didn’t warn you…)

Does all this sound barbaric? Farmers who lovingly raise healthy, happy livestock only to slaughter them for food? And their customers, who love animals but would rather retain meat in their diet then try vegetarianism?

Well, I have news for those of you who may be leaning over that side of the feeling fence. There’s nothing barbaric about wanting each and every creature on this planet to have a blissful existence while they’re here – regardless as to how they leave this planet or when. If you knew that your life would only last x number of years, would you want people who were responsible for caring for you to make those years happy and fulfilling? Or would you be okay with being whipped, beaten, neglected, etc? My guess is that you would choose happiness and as little pain as possible.

And there’s nothing barbaric about consuming meat. Yes, animals are our friends. Yes, it’s our responsibility to care for them. But being a good caretaker of Earth and its creatures simply means that we use our natural resources responsibly and with kindness and future generations in mind. You can be a friend to animals and still participate in the food chain. Trying to switch the links around is not going to do you or your body any favours.

After going strict Paleo for a month, my skin was FUCKING. GLOWING. It was clear, it was smooth and my Rosacea was even easing up. My skin hadn’t looked that good since I was in high school and my doctor initially put me on the birth control pill. On top of that, my energy levels dramatically increased, and (sorry if you’re a dude and you’re reading this), my monthly menstrual cramps completely disappeared! I’d finally found the 100% natural remedy for a number of health concerns. And it all had to do with a tweaking of my diet.

All of this was a sign that this diet was something my body had been needing. It wasn’t just a matter of my taste buds having certain insatiable cravings. It was an actual need that my body was trying to express through various symptoms. Symptoms that I had been ignoring due to guilt and feeling as though I had to follow the rules and boundaries that other animal-lovers had set for me.

NEVER let anyone tell you what is best for your body. I don’t care if that person is a nutritionist, or a fitness expert, or a doctor. Our bodies are each so different – the only way that you will truly be able to discover what works for you is if you try out all kinds of crazy shit first. Try every diet you can until you find one that just completely clicks. Some people absolutely thrive on a vegan or vegetarian diet. Others wilt. Some peeps need nuts, but others are deathly allergic to them.

And, if you’re a meat/fish-eating animal-lover like me, don’t ever let anyone make you feel guilty about giving your body the nourishment it needs for you to function at a ten. The world deserves you at your best.

Avril

*P.S.* For those of you who are interested, the two farms that I purchase animal products from are Thatcher Farms and Blue Haven Farms in Rockwood, Ontario (Canada). Both are regular vendors at the Guelph Farmers Market on Saturdays.