Moo Moo

Moomoo in his usual spot

MooMoo - The codependent Kitty

My first experience attempting Reiki in a frantic emergency situation was a success!

 I had heard of reiki once before from a sweet young troubled girl in the Charlotte behavioral Baker act facility. She told me of the different chakra zones and explained reiki In a generalized sense.  

As two lizards faced off on my caged and blurred window, she told me that each of us has an energy and that the energy manifests itself in different ways. I listened as I watched those lizards skuttle off to the right side of the window as one lizard seemed to engulf the other, then stared in aww as a massivly larger lizard reappeared.

 She kept on with saying that one person's energy can overpower and consume in a sense, another's energy... By this time I was stepping back from the window. I swear that lizard had consumed another small lizard and grown to be the side of a small house cat. She watched the reptilian battle and the proud Victor as intently as I did but she kept on teaching. 

She told me that a person could focus their energy and use it to heal themselves or others and that by sliding one forearm over the other and pulling it to the fingertips you could achieve focus and calm as an individual. 

I will never forget what she showed me or what I saw and experienced there. I would love to see the video of the common room if it exists.

After bakeract, I researched a little...but my attention span is that of a flea, so I left it as it was. Till Moo Moo...

Moo moo was one of the 9 kittens born to the three girls... All at once.  3 litters to 3 new mom's because when I got sick, everything responsible done in this house stopped. 2 of the litters were born simultaneously. The third a few days later split amongst the other two because little did we know she had already been poisoned and was going thru the worst of it during labor. She gained the nurologic head tilt and a bit of a limitation but she came back and would take care of all the kittens as if they were hers. 

Moo moo was special from the start. Fearless and adventurous he would give Milo and Otis a run for leading roles. 

He was indifferent as a kitten, didn't care if you noticed him or not. He could handle lovin but you couldn't hold him for long. He was a perfect candidate for rehoming.

 When the kittens started roaming is when the trouble started. The 9 brought me up to 25 cats and kittens. 25 cats with their own minds and agendas running around inside and out of a 37ft RV. That's alot. About 20 more than a safe number for our situation. ( Long story)  

One particular evening, moo moo was trying his mittens at solidish food... Chomping away and lapping up the meaty goat's milk soaked food with no holding back. He was the last kitten eating and was bound and determined to clean up the mess. A larger cat came in the house and began to help. This is where a normal human being would either shoo the big cat away or use a squirt bottle to spritz the offending feline and send him scurrying out the door... Not in this house tho. My supposed to be boyfriend, fiance, idiot who doesn't care about anyone but himself  grabbed a roll of some type of tape and throws it at the big cat instead.

This coming just a week after the passing of lieutenant dan, the handicap kitten who had no use of his back legs, I begin screaming in horror and disbelief as this asshole of a man hit moomoo in the head by accident, sending the tiny kitten into convulsions and and death throes.

If you've ever watched any of the faces of death films or any documentary about animals and witnessed what happens when an animal is killed by a blow to the head... That's what I watched moomoo do as the idiot man freaked out next to me, apologizing profusely and repeating "omg OMG I didn't mean it "and I scooped up the thrashing then suddenly limp baby. 

Moo moo was dead weight as I carried him to the Bedroom, sobbing and cussing out that man. His head looked to either side and he made no attempt to stand or move. His eyes were glassy and barely open. I was sure this was his last night with us. I got some goat's milk, some sugar water, and a little towel and set up a little cacoon for the dazed feline. He refused to 

Even taste the water but did show a lil interest in the goat's milk but all he did was sniff it then he closed his eyes and went quiet.

 

Ugly crying now, panicked, sad, overwhelmed by greif, regret, disbelief, shame, and hatred... This little innocent didn't deserve this

at all... So I decided I was going to make his passing one of love and peace.

I had little moomoo snuggled up in the towel, so I unwrapped his frail little broken body and set some calming healing cat music on YouTube. i began checking him over thoroughly for broken bones and found none but an abnoal edge at the neck and shoulder area but quickly remembered I'm not a vet... So unless the bike was broken I couldn't tell the anatomy of a cat from my own so... Yea.

Doing a bit of playlist searching, I suddenly remember that day in Baker act and looked up reiki healing. There are people charging 60bucks for a remote session of this off the wall concept. Guess that meant there was some truth in it.

 I read the quick how to heal using your own energy, reiki 101 and then watched a woman lay on hands at some retreat and realized this is what they must do in those church services... I could do this.

i set some good calming ambient music with tibetin singing bowls on my YouTube and began focusing on my moomoo.

 I pictured him full of energy and life and running around playing with his brothers and sisters. I thought of how much I loved each floof within or outside these walls. I focused on him being happy, healthy, and loved. I focused on purely positive moments in his short little life and I earnestly willed all that goodness and light into him. I kept my hands on him for ten minutes or so until they burned with an unusual warmth. I could feel my energy going into him and there was a resistance when I pulled my hand back.

He at least looked comfortable for now. I cleaned up and then crawled into bed with this tiny little baby I was sure wouldn't make it.

I woke up to no kitten. Jumped out of bed thinking he had passed and the man took him away, only to find the little black and white feline playing with his litter mates. You could see he had a slower step but he was showing no pain as he rough and tumbled with the others. His appetite was monumental and he was constantly hungry from that day on. But for being on deaths door... There was no indication whatsoever. 

Now there are some things that started that day that I can't explain. Even more so than his survival, cause let me tell you that kitten was dying. This cat slept with me religiously after that, constantly has to know where I am. I mean he freaks if he can't find me. He will meow the second I'm out of sight and won't stop till I find him or till he sees me. He will sit his little fury butt down and cry until I pick him up. He will get scared over something silly and instantly holler. " Me om, moooom, me-ohm" I swear to you he talks just like that. He is spiritually connected to me and physically codependent upon me.  He's weird, and hungry. Always hungry. If I'm eating it, he has to as well. If I like it, he loves it.from veggies to fruit snacks, hot sauce to hard boiled eggs... No shittin ya, he will eat anything. But never puts on a pound.  He's in love with the mres we have been living on since hurricane ian. The cheese whiz and crackers. Yup his favorite. 

He's a talkative little flood. Who yells at me all the time. If I do something he don't like it doesn't know I'm doing, lol he will tell the world.  He is scared of other people and doesn't like me talking to anyone. I guess he is just scared. 

Now whether or not you believe it, I know that I healed moo moo. I know it's far fetched for some but I poured so much love and energy into him that night. Knowing it was the only chance I had, a last ditch effort... I healed him. He knows it too, he feels it as much as I do. There's a connection now that wasn't there before. Like a string from my soul to his, tethering us together.  

I've tried reiki since on small boo-boos and battlescars the cats come home with and they heal fast and clean, but nothing as dramatic as moomoos rescue. I may research more someday and follow thru with this new found skill. Maybe I could heal others, heal people someday.

For now,  you know of my Moo Moo. This spunky little cow colored cat that turned away from deaths door and now calls me mom.