It was sometime in early fall, 2020, that I began catching fleeting glimpses of a pretty little stray calico cat hanging out near my house. I thought nothing of it, because there's a number of people around here that "take care" of stray cats, probably hundreds of them. They basically just feed them, without having them spayed or neutered, which equals more and more stray cats, many of them feral. But they come and go here, so I ignore them.

But it was on one certain morning when I brought Molly out the door for her morning tinkle and poo that this stray cat was waiting for us on the porch. She rubbed against my legs, then rubbed against Molly, and said, "Hi! I'm going to live here." Could I argue with that? However it posed some problems. Getting her spayed? That would be a financial hardship at this point, but there are local organizations to help. And bringing her into the house? I've never had an outdoor cat and I don't like the idea. I want to know where my animals are at all times and that they're safe. My present fifteen-year-olds were feral kittens when I had them all fixed and brought them in, and they haven't been out since. I could hold the door open and they wouldn't even venture. But they are on special diets, plus the fact that they're so set in their ways, and with the levels of stress we're all going through these days, bringing a stray in was out of the question. I know there are also local people who do foster care and adoption placement for cats, so I kept that as an option in the back of my mind, and let things happen on a wait-and-see basis.

Well, she was nearly starving when she arrived, and my first notice of her was eating the bowl of dog food I had put out for the 'possums, of which I had none this past year. It was a Purina Beneful, when I was trying to find a food for Molly that I felt was healthful. Well, Molly was allergic to this one, and promptly threw it up. Purina sent me a refund, and I have not bought any of their products since, except for the cats' Friskies, because I think their food is crap. But anyways, in the beginning stages before I was sure how this cat thing was going to go, I thought, OK, if she eats the dog food, fine. Well, she did—the entire FOURTEEN POUND BAG. I kept asking her, "Are you pooping all this out OK?" She was, apparently. When the dog food was gone and she wasn't, we switched to cat food, but by that time she wasn't starving any more.

As the weeks went by, a few things became apparent to me. First, I strongly believed not only was she already spayed, but she was someone's beloved cat. She was too friendly, too domesticated, to be just a wanderer. And stray cats usually do not come up to dogs they haven't met, and rub on them. Somewhere she once had a canine friend. And I thought of a comment someone had made on Dane's blog about this plandemic creating lots of orphaned children and pets. That has proven to be true. So, what happened to this precious little one? And it was at this point that my training began. You know, when I get the hell off this miserable planet and can finally reside on my own little planet devoted to healing the hurt and lost souls of animals. Little did I know at the time that this beautiful bundle of fur really came here to be my teacher.

And so, this is the story she told me. She was in a home with a person, perhaps elderly, who loved her so much. But suddenly, that person was gone, and the new person who took over sent her out on her own. It's now nearly a year later and that story still sticks. And so, how could I possibly allow that to happen again? By the time I discovered her story, she was in love with my farm, completely moved in and settled. So there.

Of course, I then had to discover a name for her. She is so pretty, I wanted to perhaps name her after a flower, but many names came and went through my mind. She was so cheerful and perky, I thought, how about "Sunshine." Nope, she hated it. Every time I tried to call her that, she'd go up to Molly and smack her across the face. I kinda thought of "Butterscotch Swirl," but she probably would have bitten Molly on that one, and Molly might have bit back. OK, so, flowers. Daisy is a nice name for a piggie or cow, but not a cat. Rosie is too common. I went through a list, then out of the clear blue, said "Magnolia." She looked at me. "Magnolia, come here." She came. Every time I said "Magnolia," I got her attention. Was her other name similar? Probably. Well, we shortened it to "Maggie," but we do Magnolia quite often, too. She is perfectly content with both.

It didn't take long for Maggie to become completely at home here. She was always ready to go for a walk with Molly and I, which must have looked comical from a distance. She'd either lag behind, or hunch down in stalking mode, and take off, speeding past us. At those times I called her "Zoomer" and she likes that nickname, too. She was determined to fit in and not commit any social faux paws. She quickly learned that Molly's morning walk was "tinki-poo" time. Yes . . . that's what we call it. As Molly and I walked around, she would, of course, squat to tinkle, and I'd notice that Maggie was tinkling, too. Then, soon, Molly would do poo, and, yes, there was Maggie doing poo, too. I'M NOT MAKING THIS UP. In the evening, I'd bring out my yoga mat to the porch, and Maggie and I would do our stretches together.

But soon winter arrived—that horrendously cold, chemically nucleated winter we had here in Northeast Ohio. I had old blankets hanging over the northwest porch rails, plus I found a big box which I filled with a thick pillow, plus a wool blanket, and put it under my coloring table, then draped a couple blankets over the table that touched the floor, thus keeping her not only warm but completely protected from the elements. She enjoyed her snug little bed all winter.

During this period I noticed she was a good mouser. OK, so I guess I can deal with that. But I also realized she tortured her victims, and that I couldn't deal with. When she first arrived, she would catch mice and eat them. Well, I guess that's how "nature" works. Or does it? We'll come back to that. But after she had reached the point of being quite full and assured her food bowl would always be filled, she killed rodents and presented them to me on my doorstep. Or played with them in her food bowl. I told myself it was just a cat thing, but it was really the beginning of some deep issues I was to discover.

As the frigid temperatures began to break, I thought I'd change Maggie's bedding. I was totally grossed out to find that, all those rodents I thought she had eaten, she actually was storing in her little bed. The bedding change was a good idea. And I had a lot of funeral rites and cremations to do. It got much worse. And about that time, I noticed another stray cat hanging around. He was a mangy-looking creature, skinny, full of cuts, runny eyes and nose. And I thought he was the ugliest cat I'd even seen. He was white, but looked like someone had created a collage on his fur, because he had patches of grey tiger-stripes randomly pasted on the white background. I shooed him away. He seemed kind of wild and mean and I didn't really want him around, but yet he was also extremely timid, and would run from me like a typical feral cat.

OK, so I was wrong. One day I realized that Maggie was requesting her food bowl to be refilled, then moving out of the way so this other cat who had been hiding could eat. I observed this a number of times, then observed the two of them at a distance. Not only was I then convinced they knew each other, but I began to wonder if they didn't come from the same original household, and in fact, could possibly be siblings. The white fur, those pink noses and mouths, and the same exact "meow." And even a black spot beside both their noses, though on opposite sides. Yes, I believe they're brother and sister. So I decided to see if I could get near him. He was obviously starving and really a mess. I tried luring him with food, and eventually he allowed me to touch him. Well, that was that. As it turned out, I realized, first, he wasn't ugly at all, he just needed cleaning up. And he most certainly has turned out to be one of the most sweet and gentle cats I've ever known with the exception of Roonie who was like no other cat I've ever met. In fact, as I've gotten to know both of these loving strays, it is Maggie who can be a little monster, but not Percy.

Oh, yes, the name. Well, I got out my colloidal silver and peroxide, treated this poor little boy for his runny nose and sinus infection, cleaned up his red and runny eyes, and all his little scratches and boo-boos. He let me do what I needed to do with little objection, another rarity in cats. Then he became quite the handsome little guy, who, by the way, unlike Maggie is not fixed, and is quite well endowed, so we may have to deal with that, but then again, at the rate this present reality is collapsing, we may end up on my own little planet any day now, then all will be well. But, also unlike Maggie, who is exceptionally bright, Percy really isn't. Well, you know—me and the King Arthur thing, so I decided on Sir Percival as a fitting name—a handsome knight but not too bright. Anyways, though Maggie is always here, Percy seems to come and go, but I wish he'd just stay here because he always returns starving and bedragled. But at least he knows he has a home, food and lots of love.

Now let's return to Maggie and the beginning of problems. As the totally fake frigid winter finally ended and spring began, that of course meant lots of little creatures here on the farm would be born. The first ghastly event happened one evening as I was taking Molly for her final walk. Maggie had something in her mouth which I thought was a rodent, but it turned out to be a baby bunny, and it's eyes weren't even open yet. Generally I keep my temper in check with my animals, but I was rather outraged at this one. I picked it up and it was still alive. I took Molly back inside and said, "MAGGIE!! WHERE DID YOU GET THIS BABY BUNNY????" Well, after a little while, she led me to the nest. I put the bunny back, and covered it over, but soon Maggie had it again. So I once again put it in the nest and blocked it with a bucket the best I could because it was very dark at the time, but by the next morning, there it was, dead on my doorstep.

I began watching Maggie very closely after that, and if I saw her stalking something, I quickly intervened and scolded her harshly. I did manage to save several creatures. One was a chipmunk, and another was, gosh, I never did figure out what it was—some kind of rodent that she had cornered and was torturing, but it only had a little scratch and was shaking like a leaf. I quickly scooped it up and put it in the greenhouse and when I went back it was gone. But there were other cases that I wasn't able to save, and no matter how I told her she was a bad cat, she just didn't seem to understand, because her dead victims would be placed right at my front door.

But everything came to a head one day when she dug up a nest of newborn chipmunks. She would walk toward me down the driveway and drop them. I'd pick them up, put them in a safe place but by that time, she had another—same scenario, four times. Or maybe it was five. Then she showed me where the nest was, but by this time I was so angry and so exasperated—I mean, I LOVE my wildlife here. THAT'S why I live on a farm in the woods. SHE WAS KILLING ALL MY BABY WILDLIFE. Could she remain here? Not at the moment. I ran after her and told her to get out, beat it. I threw sticks at her and ran her into the woods and every time she attempted to come back, I took off after her again. Percy happened to be here, and even he got upset and went to comfort her. I finally walked back to the house and said, "I can't allow this." Well, to my surprise, a voice answered me. It said, "I thought you wanted to be an animal healer. Do you really?"

I had to think about that. And everything changed. Is it natural for cats to behave like that? Is it natural for any animal to kill, even to eat other animals? Thou shalt not kill, but I do, don't I? I cut slugs in half. I don't do it to be sadistic, I do it because if I don't, they will destroy every single plant I've nurtured, especially now that we are getting deluged every few days. Cutting them in half is the quickest way to kill them, as opposed to trying to squash them, and they just slide around. I don't want to hurt them, I just need them to be gone.

People have this mistaken notion about nature, that it is so beautiful and functional when left on its own. But deep down, I've always felt that, in its natural form nature is cruel, sadistic and very UNnatural. Was it supposed to be like that? Or is that the version of nature we have here on this totally messed up, Reptilian computer generated simulation of Planet Earth, which is nothing like it was meant to be?

It is written in the Book of Isaiah, Chapter 11:
6 The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little child shall lead them.
7 And the cow and the bear shall feed; their young ones shall lie down together: and the lion shall eat straw like the ox.

It doesn't say anything about anybody killing anything at all. What if everything we do or fail to do now is our final exam, which determines where we will go next? Do I really want my own little planet where I can heal the damage done to all the poor creatures on this planet from hell, by humans, other animals, and the Reptilian agenda? Yes. The answer was firmly "YES." And so I went back to get Maggie, who wasn't sure she could trust me any more, but eventually did. She is my first patient, and I am her first student, as she is training me as I strive to heal her. We're working it out. Yes, I still scold her, but she also knows I love her and tries to understand. And incidentally, when I put all those baby chipmunks back in the nest, I secured it so NOBODY could get in except the mommy. When I checked a few days later, two of the babies were dead, but the rest were gone so I'm pretty sure she moved them somewhere else.

Meanwhile, I have done some deep probing into the nature of nature, and how it was meant to be. As I've been saying for several years now, we really do NOT know the true nature of our existence here, but I DO know it is NOT natural at all. Isaiah got it right. WE here on planet earth certainly did not. I know there are, especially animal communicators, that will say animals are so much more "spiritually" advanced than we are, but I disagree. I believe that animals, like humans, are at a myriad of different levels, and most have been messed with just like people, losing their once pure souls as we see happening to human beings. I sincerely believe, also that Reptilians shape-shift, not only into human forms, but animals forms as well. Millions of "Agent Smiths" running around in every shape and form, whose mission is to keep the planet in a total state of chaos, hatred, and violence. I've met animals that are just plain evil, like too many people are now, in these final days.

What is real? How well can we discern the truth? How gullible are we? We will keep getting the same exams until we pass, and I intend to pass so I can move on and do what I long to do and yes it will be a humongous task, but I will be thoroughly prepared for it. Maggie and Percy were sent here to me so I can do my final training and be ready to move on when this paradigm is done, and that is coming along real fast now. Remember, a NEW PARADIGM cannot be the same as the old one. Those of us who know what we want and where we want to go with it have the opportunity NOW to create the new set of rules by which we will live. If we do not create them at the highest spiritual, moral, and ethical levels, we will end up with what we have now, and THAT is not an option, with me at least.

So, not only am I working with animals, but I'm working on myself—rethinking and updating my belief system on the behavior we, all of us in all life forms, must adopt to move into our highest spiritual form. Animals, just like certain people want to be free, so we can all move on to the reality we were meant to experience, not this miserable existence we have now. I intend to create a space of safety for all those in the animal kingdom that have suffered so much on earth, to cleanse their memories and heal their pain, and wash their souls free and pure again. Yes, that's what I want to do.

In Part Two of this series, I'll share lots and lots of animal stories, along with my growth and discoveries, thanks to my two precious feline mentors.

Magnolia

Sir Percival

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