Category Archives: Cats

These are blogs about healing cats.

Reiki provides huge benefits in animal shelters

For five sessions during November through December 2014, I trained one volunteer to give Reiki to the cats at Caring for Cats (a no kill, volunteer run cat shelter in the Twin Cities). Cats are situated together in 5 adjacent rooms. We ‘cleared’ the whole center and healed two rooms each session. This was a pilot project to see how the cats responded and any other benefit or result.

001After this pilot we met with the executive director, Kelley Schmidt, and she reported the following results:

  • January’s adoptions were the highest the center has ever seen.
  • Comments from volunteers that the energy is different in the cats and the shelter; it is quieter, nicer. (some solicited, some not, some that didn’t even know the energy work was happening).
  • Fewer reports of cats not working out in certain rooms.
  • Fewer reports that 2 cats can’t get along.
  • No severe cage stress (untouchable cats) in ISO.

These results convinced the board of directors to invest in training additional volunteer. Approximately one year later, I trained an additional three people, got rave reviews and they continue to meet as a group to do healing at the center every other week.

Click here for more information about Animal Shelter Reiki Training Programs.

The neuroscience behind mindfulness

More and more research is supporting the benefits of becoming more conscious, more self-aware and being in the present moment. Let alone reduce stress and fear. This is a very scientific based article.

Harvard Neuro Blog

Mindfulness is currently a very hot topic. It seems like every health website, magazine and newspaper is touting the benefits of meditation and yoga practices. Wired posted an article on how meditation can calm the anxious mind and help one manage emotions, Shape magazine relays that meditation can provide greater pain relief than morphine, while many other articles convey that mindfulness will help with weight loss, sleep, disordered eating, and even addiction. Amidst all of the articles promoting mindfulness we also see the backlash—a New York Timesop-ed from October 2015 calls for us to take a step back and remember that mindfulness has not been proven to be the panacea to our society.  Personally, as a stressed out graduate student, I wonder if a mindfulness practice would increase my happiness and well-being, and as a neuroscientist I wonder what is true and how does it work, so I…

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How to treat Equine Recurrent Uveitis from “Dude”

My name is B. A. Dude, Jr, “Dude” for short.  I am a 23 year old appaloosa gelding.  I am generally quite healthy, but each time I am moved to another barn (twice in 23 years), I develop an eye problem that causes my eye to swell and much pain.  If my eye is not treated aggressively, I could lose my eyesight.  My person makes sure I get good veterinary care for my eye and also gives me Reiki, Acupressure and essential oils.  Having this combination, along with lots of grass to eat, keeps me healthy and happy.  Sunlight bothers my eye, which is why I wear a fly mask to screen the bright sunshine.

About 40% of Uveitis cases occur in Appaloosas so my genetics sets me up for this and it recurs when I am under stress, like when I’m moved.  Once I settle in and am more relaxed, my eye needs less treatment but still has to be watched.

If you want to know the Acupressure points and oils my person uses, respond to this blog and she’ll tell you.

Equine Recurrent Uveitis

Equine Recurrent Uveitis in Dude

How your pet shows you what is going on – Eddie misses his owner

Those of us who grew up in the 50’s and 60’s remember Lassie and how she would show her humans what was going on, alerting them to those in trouble.  These humans, while they were continuously skeptical, slowly learned to pay attention to her signals.  In reality, Lassie was communicating so much more.

This is a short story of how clearly animals communicate how much they understand of what we say to them and how we say it.

The last time Jim was gone (for only 2 nights), he offhandedly said to Eddie from across the room “I’ll going on a trip for 2 nights and I’ll be back.”  I’m not sure Eddie even knew he was talking to him.

The first night, Eddie crawled under the bed where Jim sleeps and licked the carpet for about 30 minutes.  Was he licking skin cells or the lotion Jim puts on his feet?   He wouldn’t come out and get on the bed like he usually does.  He lay there looking sad.

The second night, he again went under the bed where Jim sleeps and started to make very sad whines and cries.  As I looked at him he just stared at me and while I saw no tears, I imagine he was crying in his own way.  I told him that Jim would be back the next night and suggested he come up and sleep in Jim’s spot on the bed.

He did come up on the bed, but lay on the foot of the bed.  Much to my surprise, I awoke at 2:30am and looked over and next to me with his head on the pillow and the covers pulled up around his neck was Eddie!  He had followed my suggestion.  How he got himself into that position, I’ll never know.  I laughed and snapped a couple of photos.  He never stirred and stayed there the rest of the night.

How your pet shows you what is going on – Eddie shows me I’m angry

Those of us who grew up in the 50’s and 60’s remember Lassie and how she would show her humans what was going on, alerting them to those in trouble.  These humans, while they were continuously skeptical, slowly learned to pay attention to her signals.  In reality, Lassie was communicating so much more.

This is a short story of how clearly animals communicate our moods to us, if we pay attention.

I am new to Eddie’s household however he has adopted me and follows me around like a shadow.  He loves that I listen to him and talk with him.  However, when his owner goes on a trip, we both are more stressed and lonely.  If Eddie has been tenderly and clearly told what is happening, he becomes much more relaxed and comfortable.  He is able to support me and reflect and support my moods.  If he hasn’t he is more anxious and lonely.

The first time Jim was gone, he told Eddie clearly and tenderly what was going to happen.  While Eddie stuck to me like glue the whole time, he played and seemed to cope quite well.  He was able to comfort me, since I felt lonely sometimes.  The last day, I found myself more crabby about Jim being gone, impatient for him to come home.  I wasn’t fully aware of this mood, until I noticed that Eddie had peed on the carpet in the hallway. He is quite good about going outside to pee and only does this if he is trying to show us we are angry/pissed off or he is confused or scared.  I, of course, got more angry and grumbled a bit at him.  I proceeded to clean up the pee and left the carpet cleaner to soak.  When I went back a few minutes later, Eddie had peed again on the exact same spot!  Only then did I realize what he was trying to communicate.  I laughed and went to where he was laying. He flinched a little (since he’s been reprimanded in the past for doing this) and I lovingly thanked him for showing me my mood and told him we just had one more day and Jim would be home.  It completely shifted my mood and he didn’t pee again inside.

How Mr. Bing survived a major move

Energy healing, diet and essential oils maintain quality of life with chronic illness.

November 17, 2014

Mr. Bing is thriving, active and happy – STILL!

In July 2012 my cat, Mr. Bing, was diagnosed with Hypercalcemia (too much Calcium in the blood). He was losing weight quickly, had diarrhea and occasional vomiting.  I made the decision to treat him with complimentary approaches rather than submit him to surgery, chemo and ongoing medical care.  Read earlier blog entries to see his progress.

Last March I reported that Bing had steadily become stronger and was nearly back to his old self.  He had gained most of his weight back and was playing and happy again.

I am delighted to report he is still doing very well.  At his August checkup his vet said he would likely live several more years!  That’s far more than the one year she thought when he was diagnosed in 2012.

We decided he was healthy enough to withstand a move and I drove him 600 mile to live with my daughter and her cat.  He did well on the car ride with me and loved sitting on the console so he could pop up and look out.  He had easy access to his litter box since he needs to go frequently and I did extra energy healing, Kitty Raindrop Therapy with essential oils and Rescue Remedy in front of his ear to keep him calm.

He took several weeks to adjust to the new environment, but my daughter continued with Rescue Remedy and discovered he really liked the food she had for her cat so started feeding him that.  It must have something he needed because he really goes after it.  My daughter even taught him high-five using the food nuggets!

I was very sad for him to go, yet I knew he’d have a good home and another kitty companion.  Just a week before his move my 19 year old cat Oreo decided it was time to go. We both missed her deeply.

Tribute to My Feline Soulmate Oreo

Oreo and I had a special bond as if we had been together in other lifetimes and agreed to meet again.

We met at a veterinarian’s office when my family and I went looking for a kitten to replace my daughter Sarah’s cat who died a month or so earlier. The kitten was to be Sarah’s since my other daughter, Erin, had Hony cat. Maybe it was too soon for Sarah to connect with a new cat or maybe Oreo was just meant to be my cat for she quickly became my best loved cat and I her best loved person.

Oreo was a fluffy black kitten and grew into a gorgeous black cat with long black fur, soft as down. Her extra-long tail was made even longer by the length of the fur. And this became a source of constant play for her, as she found it fascinating that it moved and that she could catch it! Her tail was her favorite toy most of her life! I laughed and laughed when she played with it for many minutes at a time.

As she grew out of her kitten fur into her long fur, she was bound to have frequent hair balls. At about six months old, when she would need to throw up a hairball, she started having seizures, the grand mal intensity. She would make a loud and horrible yowl, then throw up and go into a seizure. I was the one who went to her, held her back so she didn’t hurt herself or us. When she would stop and open her eyes, she would look at me. From then on we were deeply connected. A change in food, vitamin supplements and growing older eliminated the seizures thankfully. But, hairballs continued her whole life and I was constantly cleaning up throw-ups.

She had other maladies through her life; crystals in her urine which caused her to pee very small amounts all over the house. A special food helped this. At around 15 years she developed cataracts and started having hip pain. Both got worse in the years that followed, but that never stopped her from trying to jump up on the bed or a chair, even if she had to take several tries. She always jumped up to be closer to me.

Since I was her person, she would come to the door when I came in and meow at me. She never did this when Erin or Sarah came home, only to me. She demanded I pay attention to her and would meow at my feet until I picked her up and petted her, all the time pulling away slightly as if she didn’t really want that.

Change was not her cup of tea, so when people would visit or I was gone on vacation, she would pee outside the box or on the carpet, much to my chagrin. If I took the time to talk to her and tell her people were coming or tell her when I was leaving and how long I’d be gone, she was much better about her toilet behavior. She didn’t like it, but she accepted it. If I ever ignored her for too long, she would poop or pee outside the box or even just over the edge, expressing her opinion clearly.

My favorite times were when she began to sleep at my head later in her life or get under the covers to stay warm. She always slept with me and no one else and would stay with me all through the night. No other cat in my life did that.

In the end, I never expected her to live to be 19 year old. All my other cats had died by 18 years. And to the end she stayed alert and bright eyed (even with hip pain, cataracts, dementia and ongoing hairballs). Finally she gave me a sign she was ready to go. Over 2 days she quit eating and couldn’t control her bowels. And it was clear in her eyes she was tired. We spent her last day together just being with each other, holding her some and releasing her to the spirit world. Now we stay together in spirit and memory.

Oreo 1995-2014

Oreo always looked up in response to me calling her name.