Feline in the Sky

Yet my research turned up no previous evidence of animal abductions. But, prior to the declassification of certain government documents dating back to 1947, who would have thought that some of our highest-ranking military personnel had been examining, monitoring and perhaps even interacting with alien beings from outer space?

If civilizations with levels of intelligence so much greater than our own are undertaking a truly comprehensive study of Earth's humans, what better viewpoint than through the animals we keep in captivity?

So, does pet abduction still seem so outrageous?

In my search for the truth, I placed the still-bewildered Chimpy into his carrier, and brought him to the Psychic Fair at Jan Ross Books last Saturday for a debriefing with a qualified pet psychic named Annie Wright.

I had explained my abduction theory to her over the phone, and Wright told me that she would try to help, if Chimpy was willing to communicate.

We sat down at a card table covered with a luminous violet material that I could not immediately identify, and she cradled Chimpy, gone wide-eyed and rigid, in her arms close to her face. She shut her eyes. I could tell she was concentrating. Using her heightened powers of human/cat communication, here are a few of the things she was able to reveal to me:

Chimpy had traveled very far, but he had not left the planet. He had seen bright lights, probably headlights. "The Wound" was from a sewer drain. He was an old soul, and had been a feline in most of his incarnations. Maybe a leopard, maybe a puma. She asked me if we were doing any construction in our yard (no), and if we lived near a military base (no, but I couldn't help but think that this--along with the unexplained "headlights"--dovetailed into the UFO hypothesis). Wright began reading my cat's tarot cards. She studied them solemnly. She said that if I was to put a leash on Chimpy and ask him to lead me, he would show me where he had been.

She gave me back my cat, and I gave her $20.
Though I doubt Wright would have agreed with me, I still felt that in order to fulfill her last prophecy, I would need a leash long enough to stretch to another galaxy.

They do not sell these at PetsMart.
Before I left the Psychic Fair, I purchased an illuminating volume by one Michelle LaVigne titled The Alien Abduction Survival Guide. LaVigne "comes from a family that has had a long history of abduction by the little gray ETs. Some of her relatives, as well as her youngest daughter, are all involved."

This extraordinary woman was told by her alien mentor, "Hetar" (they have "shared sexual pleasures several times"), that she was to "teach others living in this world about their place in the Secret Community. The best way to do this is by showing them ways they can help themselves understand the details of their particular experiences."

Utilizing information in the Guide, I have tried to sort together clues to "The Occurrence."

As for "The Wound," this could have been caused by "Control Wands. These wands are used by ETs to control things like pain and pleasure." Were the aliens probing Chimpy's pleasure centers in a spacecraft high above the Arizona desert?

Was he experiencing pain as a result of an Unidentified Flying Operation? LaVigne writes that she's heard "experiencers say, 'They did something to my ovaries, and the next week I developed a cyst.' . . . this is only a matter of perception." Plus, Chimpy doesn't even have ovaries.

I eventually found a great deal of helpful information in chapters like "Living in Fear," "Controlling the Fear," "Getting Help" and "Taking Control." I talked to Chimpy about his experience, stroked his back and read to him in soothing tones LaVigne's cryptic, comforting closing words:

You are a member of the Secret Community. You are living in blue light. What is happening to you is real. It is not a dream. It is not a lunatic's delusion.

It is part of what you are.
Remember, you are a very special [cat] living in a time of wonder. May light and love follow you.

He just stared at me with those wide yellow eyes. Then I gave him some tuna, and that seemed to help.