Sheila Trecartin I have been meaning to write this somewhat short story for a wonderful woman who helped me more than I can put into words. Sheila was my angel several years ago and still is. It would try to make this story short and sweet even though it was not short and parts were not sweet at all.
In June of 2008 I received a call from a neighbor on one of the hottest days in June about a mother cat bringing her two kittens across a busy highway into our apartment complex to drink the water that I just by chance set outside the night before for some strange reason. I intuitively knew something was wrong. I went out in the backyard of the complex and walked across the busy road to the development to the sparsely wooded area by the homes to try to find this mother cat and her kittens…
I had no idea where the cat and kittens could possibly be. I walked through the woods and with the gift that I have of intuitiveness I found her with the kittens in some ones back yard. . The next thought was what am I going to do? I knew she was feral and I knew these kittens would not survive it through the summer. I also knew that if Gray was not caught she would continue breeding and not only that she would probably die too.
I was never the person to walk away from injustice or to ever give up. Animals have always been the greatest love of mine since I was a little girl. This situation with Gray and her five kittens was something I could not turn my back on. I knew some people in my community that focused mainly on cats as far as rescuing neutering and spanning, finding homes for kittens and re-releasing the adult cats. I am very torn about the trap, neuter and release way of thinking. The reason being is I know that feral cats is a generic name for a cat that has been abandoned, born in the wild from an abandoned cat and frightened to death. Their intelligence, ability to adapt is amazing to me and I will tell you why as I go along with Gray’s story.
So from June 3, 2008 to approximately July 8th my rescue began and ended. Each morning I would set the trap and I would check it three times a day and then I would lock it open during the evenings because, I did not want to kittens hurting themselves by spending too many hours frantically trying to get out of the cage for hours overnight. I fed Gray and the kittens and made sure they had water twice a day. I also made sure Gray had colostrum because she was pretty run down and underfed and had to keep her strength up to be able to recuperate from nursing the kittens. I think that they were still nursing a bit from her and had just begun eating food when I had found them.
It was upsetting, nerve-racking and exhausting each and every day. I was frightened to death because she had moved the kittens I had no idea where she could have taken them. Then my special little gift kicked in and intuitively told me to walk in a certain direction through another area of woods. I saw in my mind was an old run down deck with steps, the kittens and gray with them. I continued to walk and followed my instincts and I still get chills as I write this as I stepped out of the woods there in front of my eyes was that beat up old deck with the steps, five kittens and there dark gray, mother cat. That was the day I named her “Gray”. What an incredible mother, it was amazing to watch her with them. She always had the kitten close by her. I remember one morning walking into the backyard and there was a bit of a clearing by an old dead, hollow tree, the kittens were playing, This happened on early morning in the morning mist it almost appeared as if they were dancing to the sounds of the birds and the beautiful noises from the woods. I can still picture that moment in my mind and there lie gray very close by watching them.
I would sit where Gray and the kittens where the broken deck was with the holes just big enough for Gray and the kittens to have shelter and protection from the rain. It just so happened that the people who lived there were away for a month, there are no coincidences. Plus jumping further a head after I caught everyone I took a friend to show him where I found and trapped them and the deck had been completely rebuilt which meant the cat and kittens would have lost another home.
I would sit in the yard where they all where and Gray would lay maybe 20 feet away from me always but she came every time I came there and called her. She made sure the kittens where out of sight, I would see them often because I would put their food down and hide on the side of the house and peek around the corner and one by one would come out. There was this deep soul connection between Gray and I that I have not felt with an animal since I found my childhood dog, Sheba, was a pure bred German Shepherd that we thought was born in the woods that became my best friend and never to ever be replaced until now,
I think my main worry was that I so desperately wanted to catch the kittens first but, that Gray may leave and the whole cycle would begin again with more kittens. One by one the kittens were caught and placed in a non-kill shelter where they took finally all the kittens and Gray, made sure they were healthy, neutered and spayed for a fee of $350. That shelter was a disaster but, they did place all six of the kittens but, the way they handled Gray was the most upsetting thing I ever saw in front of my own two eyes, when I brought her in to be check out and neutered. Let’s put it this way I would never go there again unless I was getting an animal out of “SAVE” in Princeton, NJ. They do not know how to handle or take good care of cats at all!!!
It was the last kitten that I was terribly worried about. It was gray and the last kitten that I named Bear left to be caught. I tried and tried to catch the kitten before Gray, but I couldn’t so I trapped Gray, leaving her last kitten alone. I had a hard time sleeping at night. It took about a week to catch her/him. She was very light in weight so, I finally decided to put a small bottle of water only slightly filled on the trip of the trap and that was the answer. That night after I was so exhausted I caught the last kitten. The funny thing is I checked every kitten before I would put them in a small cage with food and all that was needed in my cage that was in the complex basement. It was the only place I could keep them because I have two cats of my own and I didn’t know if the kittens were healthy or not. Anyway I would check every kitten to make sure they weren’t injured. Well, the last kitten, Bear was frightened by the group of people that were with me who couldn’t seem to be quiet and took a chunk out of my finger and three nice gashes in the palm of my right hand. Not a good thing to happen to a massage therapist.
I had decided after Gray had been fixed and had her ear tipped that there was no way I could release her back into those woods. I knew it was going to be difficult taming an adult feral cat that was definitely born in the wild but, the only other option was to have her put to sleep. A friend allowed me to keep Gray at her home in a large Labrador crate until I was able to set up what ended up to be three crates put together where Gray lived in my apartment while I trained her to be able to be integrated into my home. Keep in mind I have two cats of my own. I also live in a one-bedroom apartment. This contraption that I put together was almost like a Matisse painting with my grandmother’s mink fur that I couldn’t part with but, could never wear as a top to the cage. There was a purple yoga mat running down the side where she slept. At the far end a liter pan was set up and then in the middle and carry case with a bed in it and the soft cushion on top.
Day after day I would sit and sing to her and play with a toy I called furry on a stick. I sat as close to the cage as I could when it came to feeding time. This went on for ever it seemed. She would go inside the little cat carry case where she sleep on a comfy bed I made her that was inside the Lab crate that she lived in every time I walked in the room. I would try to get my hand close to her in the carrier to give her a treat and she would hiss telling me that’s to close. I backed off and sat it in front of her. I will never forget the first night I touched her. I always had classical music playing in the room. That one night Julie Andrews came on the radio with the song, ‘Getting to know you”. Well I sang the whole song to her and as I reached my hand in the cage she came out and rubbed up against my hand. Please keep in mind I was touching her with furry stick a lot because she was never touched by human hands before. Well I cried for about 10 minutes as I went down stairs in my friend’s house to tell her what had happened. I have to be honest with you that was the first time I experienced the purest joy ever.
I knew I was going to need help because, I never knew anyone that tamed a two-year-old feral ( A cat born in the wild and never touched by human hands.) It also live in an apartment complex, which is one-bedroom and already have two cats and now also own a pug. The thought came to my mind to try to find an animal communicator. There was no doubt in my mind about animal communicators with my own intuitiveness and psychic abilities there had to be someone out there that could help me. I also I’ve always believed the animals very, very special one of the biggest gifts we have. I began my search of course with goggle and came across Sheila. It’s always important for me to see a picture of a person because I always been exceptional with what I call, that feeling! Well, for me I just had the seashore’s picture and I knew she would help me.
I contacted Sheila then set up an appointment. She asked only for pictures of my two cats and my feral cat ,Gray. There were no other questions about the cats, I just set up an appointment with Sheila. It was great to because I could pay through PayPal.
The day came and I always record sessions that are important to me because having ADHD I forget things very quickly. I asked I could tape the session and that was fine. I don’t think I could ever put into words what an amazing experience that first session was. There was no way that Sheila could have known the things that these animal telling her, after all she was in Canada, I was in New Jersey, we were talking on the phone and animals don’t look right?
The animals explained in detail the surroundings in my apartment. They described their interactions with each other and how they felt about each other. Please understand I only have animals. I live alone and I am very aware about my animals. The information that was being given to me by Sheila from my cats telepathically was profound, exact and truly amazing, in fact I truly believe animals are far, far more intelligent and we are. I felt that way about animals before but, this experience with Sheila made it far more clear to me. The beautiful fact is animals live in the moment, nowhere else but the president! We need to learn this from them!
She suggested Bach flower remedies to be used for the cats and myself. The flower remedies help release issued and trust me they work! In fact I now own every Bach flower remedy there is. I have made up some tinctures for friends and neighbors for their animals and they have told me they worked for them too!
Sheila also did some long-distance healing which is called Reiki. I know this works because I took a course and hopefully will continue. The reason I mention this is I am also in the healing profession and I know a good healer when I meet one. I am about to do for another session with Sheila and I just want to say to all of you that, the little, tipped eared once a feral cat is the most loving, special gift I have ever received.
I would’ve never believed that it was possible to tame a two-year-old feral cat. I wish everyone could experienced what I did with Sheila’s help with my little, sweet, gray mother cat. I do not recommend anyone trying to tame a feral cat unless know a lot about cats and have a lot of time and most important the patience of a saint!
Thank you Sheila, thank you so very much. I am glad that I have met such a gifted healer. I can not thank you for what you did for my little Gray! I know there will come a time when I have to put my animals to sleep. I can only hope I still know you and that they can tell you the things I need to know and you can tell them how much they made my life worth living. I know that’s a long way away though, but I will be talking to you soon to hear what my animals would like me to know about them and myself!