Riversea
First off, let me say, this story has a happy ending so far.
I woke up early this morning, and shuffled into the bathroom. The first thing that I noticed was that my cat Molly, who had taken to sleeping on the windowsill in there, wasn't there.
My first thought was that she had found a new "cool" place to sleep. Then I noticed that the screen was ajar. Now, my bathroom is on the second floor of my house; really with the basement, it is more like 2 1/2 stories from the window to the ground.
Molly likes to rest on narrow railings and such, only then she falls asleep and ends up usually dangling or completely falling off. (She is not the brightest crayon in the box, but she's cute.) It didn't take long for my sleep-fogged brain to add everything up and snap fully awake.
I looked out the window, but didn't see her anywhere. So, then I hurried downstairs. She didn't appear to be in the house, and she wasn't on the front porch waiting to be let in. I should mention this is a 10 year old cat, who has lived inside her entire life (zero survival skills... and she's dumb.)
I climbed up into the yard under the window, not an easy task! The screen fell when I looked out the window for Molly, so I retrived it, and I looked around at the near by bushes and vines. No Molly. I went into the backyard. Still no Molly.
My next move was to go and wander around the block, calling for her. I didn't want to call too loudly since it was still before 7 a.m. No Molly, though I did see many other cats.
I went back home, and got my pedulum. I started asking it if she was in the house (no), was she alive (yes), can I find her (yes), will I find her (yes), is she south of me (no), east (no), west (yes), north (yes). I also lit some insense in front of my Bast statuette, and asked for her help.
I decided to go out on the deck which overlooks my backyard and call for her. I thought I heard some faint meows, but I wasn't sure if it was wishful thinking or if I was hearing my other cats meowing at me through the patio door. I called some more, but couldn't hear anymore meows.
I walked around the block again, going further out this time to the west, but didn't see anything. I went back to the house again, to call my work and let them know that I wasn't coming in.
I then decided to look on the block to the east of me, even though the pedulum had said no. I had it with me at this point. I stopped to ask if she was on this block (no), am I pointed the right direction (no). But I wasn't trusting it, and I was beginning to really feel like I wasn't going to find her. So, I continued around the block.
I headed back west, past the block where my house sits, got to the edge of a church property. I stopped there. My gut was telling me to go home. I'd had this feeling almost all the time I was looking for her, but since I'd already looked in the backyard, I wasn't listening very well. But by the time I got to the churchyard, I was feeling rather hopeless and lost about what to do next. So, I decide to look again at home.
I was really hoping that she would just by on the porch when I came back, and when she wasn't, my heart sank. But my gut kept saying, go back to deck and call again. So I did.
This time, I knew I heard meowing, and it was definately in response to my calling. Every "Molly" was followed by a meow. I still couldn't see her though, so I climbed back into the sideyard. It took me moment to spot her, since she was crouched back in the blackberry vines under the deck. (Did I mention what a bad gardener I am? The backyard is pretty overgrown with weeds)
She did come out to me without much coaxing. She was wet and dirty. It turns out that when I was calling for her on the deck, I was almost directly over her. I don't know which of us was the more relieved.
I took to the vet, who seemed to think that she looked good considering she fell two stories. She wasn't even limping. He was actually more concerned about the fact she is allergic to fleas, and treated her for that.
I do have her shut away from the other cats right now. Since they are strictly indoor cats, they haven't had their shots. I'm a bit worried that she might have been exposed to something, and, if so, I don't want endanger the others. She might also just like being left alone for a bit. Sometimes, the others pick on her.
But the pendulum was right. Molly was northwest from my position when I asked, by a few feet. It gave me a wrong answer to one of my questions when I was outside, but I was also feeling kind of shy about using it on the street corner and trying to sneek a peek at it. So, it might have been a case of "user error".
When I got home from the vet, I lit more insense and thanked Bast for her help.
This was the first time I really seriously used my pendulum. I think it worked well. I am also pleased that I was able to tune into my gut feelings about her location.
So, hopefully this will continue to be a happy ending. It looks good so far. And it was an interesting, though scary and unpleasent, experiment in tuning into intution.
I woke up early this morning, and shuffled into the bathroom. The first thing that I noticed was that my cat Molly, who had taken to sleeping on the windowsill in there, wasn't there.
My first thought was that she had found a new "cool" place to sleep. Then I noticed that the screen was ajar. Now, my bathroom is on the second floor of my house; really with the basement, it is more like 2 1/2 stories from the window to the ground.
Molly likes to rest on narrow railings and such, only then she falls asleep and ends up usually dangling or completely falling off. (She is not the brightest crayon in the box, but she's cute.) It didn't take long for my sleep-fogged brain to add everything up and snap fully awake.
I looked out the window, but didn't see her anywhere. So, then I hurried downstairs. She didn't appear to be in the house, and she wasn't on the front porch waiting to be let in. I should mention this is a 10 year old cat, who has lived inside her entire life (zero survival skills... and she's dumb.)
I climbed up into the yard under the window, not an easy task! The screen fell when I looked out the window for Molly, so I retrived it, and I looked around at the near by bushes and vines. No Molly. I went into the backyard. Still no Molly.
My next move was to go and wander around the block, calling for her. I didn't want to call too loudly since it was still before 7 a.m. No Molly, though I did see many other cats.
I went back home, and got my pedulum. I started asking it if she was in the house (no), was she alive (yes), can I find her (yes), will I find her (yes), is she south of me (no), east (no), west (yes), north (yes). I also lit some insense in front of my Bast statuette, and asked for her help.
I decided to go out on the deck which overlooks my backyard and call for her. I thought I heard some faint meows, but I wasn't sure if it was wishful thinking or if I was hearing my other cats meowing at me through the patio door. I called some more, but couldn't hear anymore meows.
I walked around the block again, going further out this time to the west, but didn't see anything. I went back to the house again, to call my work and let them know that I wasn't coming in.
I then decided to look on the block to the east of me, even though the pedulum had said no. I had it with me at this point. I stopped to ask if she was on this block (no), am I pointed the right direction (no). But I wasn't trusting it, and I was beginning to really feel like I wasn't going to find her. So, I continued around the block.
I headed back west, past the block where my house sits, got to the edge of a church property. I stopped there. My gut was telling me to go home. I'd had this feeling almost all the time I was looking for her, but since I'd already looked in the backyard, I wasn't listening very well. But by the time I got to the churchyard, I was feeling rather hopeless and lost about what to do next. So, I decide to look again at home.
I was really hoping that she would just by on the porch when I came back, and when she wasn't, my heart sank. But my gut kept saying, go back to deck and call again. So I did.
This time, I knew I heard meowing, and it was definately in response to my calling. Every "Molly" was followed by a meow. I still couldn't see her though, so I climbed back into the sideyard. It took me moment to spot her, since she was crouched back in the blackberry vines under the deck. (Did I mention what a bad gardener I am? The backyard is pretty overgrown with weeds)
She did come out to me without much coaxing. She was wet and dirty. It turns out that when I was calling for her on the deck, I was almost directly over her. I don't know which of us was the more relieved.
I took to the vet, who seemed to think that she looked good considering she fell two stories. She wasn't even limping. He was actually more concerned about the fact she is allergic to fleas, and treated her for that.
I do have her shut away from the other cats right now. Since they are strictly indoor cats, they haven't had their shots. I'm a bit worried that she might have been exposed to something, and, if so, I don't want endanger the others. She might also just like being left alone for a bit. Sometimes, the others pick on her.
But the pendulum was right. Molly was northwest from my position when I asked, by a few feet. It gave me a wrong answer to one of my questions when I was outside, but I was also feeling kind of shy about using it on the street corner and trying to sneek a peek at it. So, it might have been a case of "user error".
When I got home from the vet, I lit more insense and thanked Bast for her help.
This was the first time I really seriously used my pendulum. I think it worked well. I am also pleased that I was able to tune into my gut feelings about her location.
So, hopefully this will continue to be a happy ending. It looks good so far. And it was an interesting, though scary and unpleasent, experiment in tuning into intution.