Could Kylie communicate with Socks, her cat? Do you communicate with your pets?
You know Derek could talk to animals, but for some reason, I never went there with Kylie. I think she communicated with Socks the way I communicate with my animals. They stare me down trying to tell me something, and I know they want something, so I keep offering them things, toys, food, a good petting, and they keep looking at me as if I’m stupid until I finally get it right.
That isn’t to say that they don’t communicate better between themselves. I honestly believe animals are a lot smarter than we think they are. And I seriously believe that they can talk to each other. I saw it with my cats.
Skitter was a feral cat. He didn’t like people that much. Well, he loved me and tolerated my husband. But not so much anyone else. When he was around eight months old, I brought home Bob, another cat. But he was big teddy bear. Someone dropped him off at a pet store when he was three weeks old. He had been bottle fed. At six weeks I brought this little creature home.
I was afraid Skitter would kill him, so I decided to keep them separated for a while. But the next day my son left a door open and when I went upstairs Skitter had Bob on the bed. I thought he was dead, but nope. Skitter was cleaning him. Skitter, while a male, became a surrogate mother to Bob. Bob, a scaredy cat, depended on Skitter for everything. Bob was always looking to Skitter to see if f it was safe to swat at a mosquito, or if he should run from a shadow.
Well, one morning hubby, Skitter and I were still in bed. We heard Bob come pouncing up the stairs. He stopped in my doorway. His hair was all puffed out with fear. He looked at Skitter and said, “Meow, me…ow, meo, meo.”
It was so odd, as if the cat was talking, but then what happened next was even more amazing. Skitter stood up on the end of mattress. And I swear it sounded like he was asking a question. “Meow…meo, Meo?”
Then Bob answered. “Meo, meo!”
Skitter then leapt off the bed and they both went storming down the stairs. Hubby and I were both dumbfounded.
We got up and went downstairs. There, in our entryway, was a snake. I swear on my life, Bob ran up those stairs to tell Skitter. “Hey, there’s one of those squirmy creatures down there. A snake, yeah it’s called a snake.”
Skitter asked, “Are you sure it’s not a worm.”
Bob answered. “Oh heck no. It’s big, I’m scaaaaared!!
So Skitter being the feral, kick-ass cat that he was, jumped up and ran down stairs to take care of it.
So while I don’t actually talk to my animals, I’m convinced they talk to each other. And I love animals. I think they make us better humans. In almost every story I write, there’s either a cat or a dog. In the book that releases in February 2018, there’s a puppy that works his emotionally healing magic on my hero and heroine. And believe me, in that story there’s a lot of emotional healing to be done.
In the story I’m working on now, there’s a cat, Pumpkin. And let’s just say my heroine, Riley, is a little like Kylie in that she keeps getting visits from dead people. Poor Pumpkin ends up being a ghost detector. It’s not a job he signed up for and he’s a little like Bob, always hiding under the bed.
In an adult romance, I added a huge junkyard dog that was about as sweet as honey. Yup, I love using animals to help tell my stories. So do tell, how does your pet communicate with you or other animals? One person who leaves a post will win a e-copy of any one of my books. (Sorry, but this giveaway is for U.S. residents only. And if you’re reading this on Goodreads, you must go to my website blog to leave your comment.)
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