by Harold Klemp
This is an interesting case of Lucinda and her cat, Special. Some years ago, Lucinda had the same dream three nights in a row. It was of a white light coming down in a blue sky. Then she had the dream of a cat with certain markings three times in a row. She was wondering, What’s all this about?
By Harold Klemp
As Debbie’s cat lay dying, she whispered to her, “It’s OK to let go. When you do, you’ll feel like a kitten again.” From her tiny cat body sprang a four-hundred pound tiger who jumped clean over Debbie’s head and landed on the other side.
By Danielle Weber-Adrian
One of my grandfather’s greatest passions was to raise, train, and love horses. None of his three children or three grandchildren loved horses. That is, until I came along as his fourth grandchild. When my mother was leaving for the hospital to give birth to me he said, “This one is my last chance. This one doesn’t get a vote.”