but some of us have the understanding, some don’t. Ours manifests in a...better communication...is the only word that fits—with animals and plants. Sounds hokey, but I guess you have to be there. My Cherokee side comes from my paternal great grandma. They lived in NC and Kentucky.
And who says we don’t fit right? It’s everyone else that doesn’t fit! LOL<<<
Agree, and still laughing.
A city gal moved a quarter mile from my place in Wellton, she and her uncle would stop in the coffee shop, where I worked and I would tell them something my Siamese cat had said or any of the animals.
Eileen would nod and smile.
A few months later, Eileen came tearing into my yard, in her very old truck, jumped out yelling “My cat talked to me, I thought you were nuts, when you said your animals talked!!!”
We had brought the male Siamese from Oregon with us and he ruled the roost.
Eileen came down one day to tell me another cat story.
Her bed was near the door and in the morning, early, her cats would come to the screen door and meow, she would wake up and let them in to eat, LOL, that means she got to open the door about 6 times.
One morning, she was more alert and thought “wait a minute, I don’t own that many cats!!”, so she put on her glasses and let the cats back out one by one and the last one was my Bambino.....he had learned the code word to get the door opened.
With my white hair, I look Scots, but I can see that I showed my true genes even as a young person, dark haired.
I have always been a gardner.
LOL talking cats... I have to tell you about our talking sheep...
We used to raise purebred Shropshire sheep and when I was in college, my sister decided she wanted to show them like I used to do. So, they were at Timmonium (Maryland State Fair) and my mother was helping my sister. My mother was crouched down behind one sheep who was on a fitting stand and she was carding and trimming the wool so you had a nice smooth blocky fleece. Anyway as she was working there a little red-headed freckled boy came up and started talking to the sheep - he said “Hey sheep - I’m going punch you in the nose - how would you like that!” My mother couldn’t resist and replied - “Nnnoottt verrrrrry wwellll” kind of imitating a sheep sound. The kid took off running calling his mother and yelling “I found a sheep that can talk” His mother came back with him.
My mother felt kind of bad for ‘fleecing’ the kid into thinking the sheep had talked. So she explained to the mother that it was she and not the sheep that had spoken to her son. The mother replied - “I thought it was strange that HE found a talking sheep.” Not strange that a sheep would be talking but definitely strange that her son would be the one to find one. People!!!