Cats Need Soul Retrievals Too!

Maybe this is where the nine lives idea comes from?

My cat is a trouble maker. We got him during the lockdown because my youngest child always wanted a cat and she looked like she was at the edge of becoming depressed. She didn’t do well separated from her friends. I’ve always been a dog person, so getting a cat was something never on my horizon, but for my baby I’d do anything, so I convinced my husband this was the way.

We already had a dog, so the description of the kitten he found in the small ads, “brave kitten not afraid of dogs,” sounded perfect. It was love at first sight for us, but not for the kitten, we learned quickly about sharp claws. Kittens draw blood! The family who sold him to us called him ‘Batman’ but my girls called him Zuko, after a character in Avatar. It didn’t stick, they then decided to call him Sinjin (it’s not St John, Mama, it’s a boy on YouTube). I called him Mew. And he came to me when I called his name - so it stuck for me.

Mew as a baby

Mew is a trouble maker. Not only is he not afraid of dogs, he’s not afraid of heights, or other cats. The first week found him up the top of a neighbours tree, I couldn’t watch as he hung on to the top branches, obviously not finding a clear pathway down. Yes he made it down! We have had him a couple of years now and we are all used to each other’s ways. Or I should say, Mew does what he wants and there’s not much we can do to stop him. Thankfully he isn’t so determined to destroy our house anymore. He mostly comes home to sleep and eat, and then he goes out on adventures. We have not yet gotten him a Go Pro to see what he gets up to, primarily because Go Pro’s are expensive. After Mew came home without his 6th collar, we realised he would probably figure out how to take it off, so there wasn’t much point.

Don’t get me wrong, as he has gotten older, he’s more relaxed with us all and we have less scratches and even some cuddle time. Not much though! His tail starts flicking and he makes the sound that only cats can, warning us when he has had enough.

Mew and Tiger Stripes

There is a local cat who comes and sits at the top of our garden wall, usually between our shed and the shed next door. The dog doesn’t know whether to chase her away, or get Mew and tell him his friend has come to play. I thought they were friends, anyway, until one day I saw Mew hitting her then chasing her away. And I’ve seen him do that a few times since then. I’ve come to think that the sheds provide a sense of safety in case ‘Tiger Stripes’ as my husband has come to call her, needs to get away quick. She still comes to taunt him though, as this video on instagram shows. The good, the bad and the ugly. You can decide which one is which!

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Mew is a cat of routine. He sleeps all day, then around bedtime he wakes up and wants to go out. I let him, otherwise he terrorises us all night with the zoomies, something that I didn’t know about until I got him. Once he goes out my bedroom window I can sleep, or read, as he usually will be back in an hour or so. As the nights have become shorter and warmer, his night time explorations, or tirades perhaps, have become longer. He sometimes doesn’t come home at all, and I find him outside in the garden waiting for his breakfast when I let our doggie out in the morning.

So when he banged at the window relentlessly last night at 4am and woke me up, I was surprised. He kept banging. Once I knew I was awake, there wasn’t any point leaving him out there so I got up and let him in.

He’s not affectionate at the best of times, but sometimes in the wee small hours he does come and sit on me and purr, which I find quite soothing considering its about that time of night when I fall into a massive hole of noise from my tinnitus. Sometimes I become totally disoriented so I do welcome the weight of him when he feels the need to sit on me, or sit beside me. And the purring does bring me back into this reality. But last night it was different. As soon as I got back into the bed, Mew was there, right beside me, pushing up against me. He sat on the pillow on top of my my head. He doesn’t usually do that, and he stayed there for a few minutes, before moving down the side of me, which wasn’t what he wanted either. He eventually climbed up and onto my chest. As soon as he settled there, he started purring, which helped me relax, and him too.

Mew sleeping on my bed

The thing is, and the reason why I am writing this, is that what happened next was so interesting. Mew really relaxed, yes, I could tell because his body softened. He stretched out a little bit. His leg jumped - you know, the way they jump when you’re releasing tension as you fall into a slumber so you can relax a little more? That. Then his head went down and he closed his eyes. His body softened some more. And then he shuddered, and his body doubled in weight. Yes you have that right - his body doubled in weight - it became twice as heavy. I felt it pressing down on my lungs.

I knew what had happened - a piece of Mew’s soul came back.

I’ve been talking about soul retrieval for years, I’ve experienced it and I’ve seen client’s experienced it too. But I never experienced it with an animal so tangibly, and strongly. If you want to know more about what it is you can watch the first video I ever made with

Mark Attwood

here:

It reminded me of that movie with Sean Penn - 21 Grams, based on the experiment by Dr. Duncan MacDougall in the early 1900s. MacDougall hypothesised that the soul had a physical mass and that the departure of the soul would cause a measurable weight loss at death, with his experiment suggesting an average weight loss of 21 grams. But Mew doubled in weight. I’ve always said that we don’t have the scientific equipment needed to measure things like this.

Mew is sitting here watching me as I type this and I’m looking at him for signs of wear and tear. He seems very present and still, contained and himself. What happened last night to cause him to loose part of himself? Did he fall out of a tree? Have an altercation with another, stronger cat? I will never know, and he will never tell me. He also won’t tell me if he prefers me to call him Mew, Sinjin, or Zuko. The naming of cats is ia difficult matter. The cat himself knows his name and will never confess, it will be the one that you never could guess.

What I do know, however, is that he is here, strongly. Did I witness one of his nine lives coming in, as they call them? He may have lost one of them last night, perhaps that is what they mean when they say cats have nine lives. But it came back, I was witness to it, and I feel blessed that he felt safe enough with me, to allow me to be part of his process.

I’d love to hear from you in the comments if you have experienced something similar with your cat, or dog, or any other animal. Or even with a person. We need Soul Retrieval to go mainstream. It’s a simple process - just ask for your soul pieces to come back, and they will.

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