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Along about September, as we were packing up my mom’s house and moving my folks to a smaller place closer to my sister and me; there was a birthing. It’s a much longer story than I can tell at the moment. The short version is this: one of the feral cats that lived near Mom’s house had a litter of kittens 5 days before the move. The folks that bought the house were flipping it and construction workers would show up a few days after closing to begin extensive work. I couldn’t leave the momma and her babies behind to suffer just any old fate.
She is now my cat. I’m not a cat person. In truth, I’m highly allergic to cats. My husband is Not A Cat Person either. More so than I, without the allergies. Still, she has a soul and quite a soul at that, turns out. She lives at my house. The long term plan is to rehabilitate her to the point of being adoptable. My mom had started this during the first pregnancy (yes, there was more than one). She would come inside for her ‘extra’ food that my mom gave her to support the pregnancy. So she was sort of feral, but not completely. Mom named her Princess. And she is regal like a princess. But as we’ve gotten to know her, I’ve learned that she is more street smart than the average royal. Her coat and markings reminded me of a concert outfit that I’d seen in a photo of Jennifer Lopez. I revised her name to Princess J.Lo or PJ Lo. She walks like she knows the boys are looking, in that Jenny from the Block way. So most recently, I’ve added Prinny From The Block to her growing list of nicknames.
In the early days of transitioning her from being entirely outside, except for meals, she allowed pets but rarely being picked up. Now she is inside about 50 percent of the time, specifically at night – all night. She often goes to our bedroom on her own, obviously accustomed to fending for herself, and I think that the noises and lights of indoor living are not quite her thing.
Part of the way I work with Princess is giving her crystal healing sessions. She will not sit still long for a lengthy session on all her chakras, so to begin with and still now, I use this chunk of rose quartz and put it on the bed with her when she naps. She always lays near it. I chose Rose Quartz because my experience with this crystal is a complete shedding of fear based resentment and grief. The energy is gentle and immediate. I’ve often said it is like being embraced by a mother’s hug. If you didn’t have that kind of mother, working with this stone will show you what a mother’s hug really feels like.
It’s a very loving healing. Personally, I sleep with rose quartz in my pillowcase nearly every night.
This photo shows her on the bed sleeping soundly and completely relaxed near the embrace of rose quartz’s energy. The day after this healing session, she allowed my husband to pick her up for the first time. She had lived here for three months, and although he was feeding her most of the time, she would run if he tried to touch her. That has changed now and she enjoys play sessions with him every night. Rose quartz is the only stone I’ve used in her sessions to this point and it is quite the miracle to see her trust and love for us grow. Stay tuned for more on Prinny From the Block’s story. She has taught us quite a lot. Another soul messenger sent from the Universe, I’m certain.