Starlight on Her Own.


Transitioning From Many Cats to Just One.
Copyright © Nedda Wittels, 2022
As written by Starlight and Nedda.

Starlight, Siamese, groowming.


I started writing this post, and then had the thought, “Starlight should be the one to write this.”  And then realized that Starlight was, in fact, asking to write it.  After all, it is her story, her experience.  So my job here is to translate into the written word what Starlight wants to share.


Missing Melissa

When Melissa died [“Melissa: A Challenging Life”], I was very sad and lonely.  Of course, I had Nedda for company, but Melissa and I had a very special, loving, feline relationship, and for the first time, there were no other cats in my life.

There was no one to groom me or for me to groom, although I sometimes groomed Nedda’s head while she lay in bed, and she daily groomed me with a very luscious brush.

Starlight and Melissa cuddling.

Me and Melissa cuddling.

Nedda and I grieved together, which means we supported each other, cuddled each other, and reassured each other.  I spent more time in Nedda’s lap each day than I ever had before.  Was that for her?  For me?  For both of us!  It felt great to just jump up and not have someone else objecting or trying to get into her lap at the same time.

Purring helped us both, too.  Purring is a healing sound, and Nedda even began trying to purr.  I know she really can’t, but I appreciated her efforts, and the sound she was able to make was very comforting to both of us.

I love to sit on Nedda’s meditation seat because the energy is so lovely.

At first, what I found most strange about being the only cat was that I could go anywhere in the house, sit anywhere, lie down anywhere, and no one would challenge me to move or to give up my spot.  I felt my body start to unwind some of the tension that it held from being growled at or hit on the head because Someone Else wanted me to acknowledge her dominance.

Another big change was that I could jump in Nedda’s lap many times a day and I didn’t have to wait my turn or share it with anyone else.  It felt just right – perfect for me to be there.

At night, for the first time ever, I could crawl under the covers with Nedda whenever I chose.  This was very new.  The dominant cats had always taken that position on the bed.  I wasn’t  certain how to lie down under the covers. 

Should my feet be against Nedda’s body, or my back? 

Would Nedda role over on me while she slept? 

Did I need to have my claws ready to remind her I was there?

I had never been able to work this out before because first Violet, and later Melissa, always insisted on being in the spot I might have wanted.  Now it was just me, and I had to figure it all out.

Soon I found the best position for me, and totally relaxed into it.  Nedda relaxed more, too, and these were some of the best cuddles of my life.

Similarly, eating was different.  No one tried to eat out of my bowl, and Nedda and I would dine together, just the two of us. 

Nedda was concerned that I might be lonely, and asked several times about getting another cat, but she and I both understood that I was exploring and needed time to do that. 

Who am I really?  What do I like as a cat?

Can I allow my energy to fill the entire house and feel comfortable with that?

Suddenly, I realized that I could be myself.  I could use my voice more and no one would tell me to “shut up.”  In fact, Nedda kept saying, “I love to hear your voice.  Keep on singing.” and I began singing more.  I discovered I could make a wider range of sounds than I had since my first weeks as a kitten.  Nedda listened and encouraged me to sing more and more and more.  It was fun!

Melissa and I used to go outside together and with Nedda.  Melissa ran and ran.  I sometimes ran, but I really like to sit and watch – birds, squirrels, chipmunks, moles, butterflies, bees – and even Melissa. 

Now, there was only Nedda and me.  We took some walks around the yard, but it wasn’t the same.

Climbing Trees?  Who, me?

Melissa used to do the strangest things.  She’d climb trees – really big trees – way high up.  [About 10-12 feet.]  I couldn’t believe my eyes the first time she did that.  I kept wondering, “How will she get down?”  But Melissa somehow knew how to wrap herself around the trunk of the tree and to use her hind feet with her front feet to return safely to the ground.

Melissa also wasn’t afraid to jump down from a very high place.  Jumping down had always stumped me.  Nedda says it’s a horse thing, and she’s probably right that I still have horsey characteristics.

So I began trying to get up my courage to climb a little ways up tree trunks.  I’d make a big run towards a tree to get lots of energy, and go as high as I dared, which wasn’t any higher than I felt safe to jump down.  [About 4 feet most of the time; 6 feet once. ]  Nedda always kindly cheered me on for my efforts.  But I knew that I’d never climb as high as Melissa, and that Nedda loves me just as I am.

So after Melissa died, I did try climbing a bit, but the inspiration was gone and while Nedda and I had fun picking up branches and playing outside, I preferred to sit quietly and watch other animals.  The squirrels were particularly insulting about me having given up, but squirrels can be very rude and I just ignored them.

I began to feel and more myself – my very own self – not having to compromise who I am for anyone else.  It was a very good feeling.  I felt myself growing and growing inside, expanding and letting go of restrictions I had accepted to make sure other cats would love and accept me.

I’m not a hunter, and never will be.

Then there was the issue of “mousing,” as Nedda calls it.

Two cats looking under a table at a mouse.

Melissa and me hunting a mouse in the house in the wee hours of the morning.

When I chose to be a cat in this life, I knew that it might be expected of me to hunt and kill rodents, birds, and insects.  After all, that’s part of being a cat, right?  But killing has always felt wrong to me in many lifetimes.  I knew a cat has to eat meat, but I also knew I couldn’t, wouldn’t kill.

Melissa and I would hunt as a team to chase down any rodent who came (or whom Melissa brought) into the house.  I had to admit it was fun to work together to catch the rodent, and to play with it with my paws.

Melissa took this very seriously, and taught me how to pay attention to where the rodent had hidden and to what she was doing all at the same time.  She’d tell me where to look, where to go to block an exit, and how to synchronize my movements with hers.  She was a patient teacher, and never admonished me when I made a mistake.

Red squirrels are very fierce and very fast, but Melissa managed to kill one. Nedda was impressed.

Melissa and I would play with the animal, taking turns, and then finally, Melissa would either kill the rodent or, on rare occasions, let it go.  When she killed it, she’d nearly always eat some or all of the body.  She especially liked to eat their heads.  Once or twice, she let me eat a baby mole she had killed.  It tasted a bit weird, but still good.  I’ve always liked to try out new foods.

I once caught a large insect Nedda calls a dragon fly.  It was in the autumn, and the insect was dying.  I brought it to Nedda, who took it from me and set it somewhere to have a peaceful death.  I was happy to have brought her a gift because Melissa had brought her so many gifts of animals she had caught.

Now that Melissa was gone, Nedda asked me to hunt on my own.  This seemed like a ridiculous request on her part.  Me?  Hunt?  Alone?  Really?  What are you thinking?

I was sitting in my favorite spot just outside the garage watching squirrels one day when Nedda called me from the porch.  “Starlight.  There’s a chipmunk on the porch.” she called.

I ran onto the enclosed porch and Nedda pointed towards a pile of boxes.  “I saw a chipmunk run back there.” Nedda told me.

I could smell it, so I began a search for it.  But at the same time, I said to Nedda, “I’m not going to kill it.”

“Fine,” Nedda replied.  “Just chase it out.  Scare it off.  You don’t need to kill, but I’d appreciate if you’d keep the rodents away from the house.” 

Nedda turned to go back inside.

“Where are you going?” I asked her. suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the prospect of hunting alone.  “I’m used to working as a team.  You have to help.” I pleaded with her.

“Starlight,” she answered, “I can’t smell it, and I’m too big to fit into the places the chipmunk can go.”

I stopped what I was doing and turned towards her.  “You really can’t smell it?  What’s wrong with your nose?  Is your nose working correctly?”

Nedda sighed.  “Human noses are not as sensitive as cat noses.  I just can’t smell it enough to find out where it is.”

“How sad,” I told her.  And I meant it.  What a poor nose to miss all these powerful smells.

By this time, the chipmunk had made it’s escape. 

I took Nedda’s request seriously and began spending some time in the evening and at night in the places where mice liked to come into the house.  I would tell them:  “This is a mouse-free zone.  Mice are not welcome here.  I will wack you very hard if I get the chance.” 

I think they heard me, because I didn’t see very many of them as the weather turned colder and winter approached.

What if Melissa wants to return?

The day after Melissa’s death, she came to visit us in her spirit form.  She was so very different, so peaceful and so clear.  She and I talked, and she and Nedda talked. 

Melissa told me she was very happy and free, and wanted to return as a cat at some point.  Was I OK with that?  Of course I said, “Yes, I would love you to come back.”

Two cats: Starlight grooming Melissa

I missed the special times.

Nedda told me she had a similar conversation with Melissa, and that she had also said, “Yes” to Melissa’s request to return.  Nedda wanted to know if I was OK with that, and I certainly was.

We had no idea when this would happen, and Nedda and I weren’t in a rush.  We left it up to Melissa.

As I began to get more in touch with who I am and how I want to be in this life, it became clear to me that being alone was a good thing for me.  I realized I wasn’t in any hurry for there to be another cat in the house.  Melissa was still welcome, but if she took 6 months or a year, that would be OK with me.

Nedda, on the other hand, was grieving so deeply.  She kept looking at photos online of rescued cats.  I could feel she was hoping to see Melissa there, but mostly she just saw photos of very sad, very unhappy abandoned cats who needed to have love poured into them.  One or two even looked a bit like Melissa.  I think it just made her sadder when she did this.

As I began to change, Nedda realized how much she and I needed time alone together.  We were really enjoying each other and it was a very special and precious time that we hadn’t had before.  Everything was put on hold . . . well, sort of everything. 

Nedda began looking at websites of Thai Tonkinese breeders, Melissa’s favorite breed.  It was like she was wishing Melissa back into a body.  I know that can’t happen because I’ve been between incarnations, and it’s not up to those already incarnated to decide on anything about someone else’s return.

Melissa would visit us in her spirit form and she and Nedda would talk about various catteries and what the cats looked like and whether the energy there felt right for Melissa, and other considerations.  I mainly stayed out of it.

But I could see/feel Nedda’s longing.  It didn’t make me feel less loved, but I knew that Nedda really needed Melissa to return.  So when it happened, I wasn’t very surprised.  But it did feel too soon for me.  That’s the honest truth.


In transcribing this for Starlight, I’ve made extra effort not to modify or change the essence, feeling, meaning, or thoughts that she wants to share, regardless of how it might make me appear.  This is truly Starlight’s story, and I hope you can feel/sense her beauty and love as it pours through my fingers into this post.

There’s more to the saga of Melissa.

Look for the next installment coming soon.

Melissa: A Challenging Life


Clearing Multiple Lifetimes of Karma in a Single Life
Copywrite © Nedda Wittels, 2022

A beautiful portrait of Melissa.

Melissa came into my current life in the fall of 2015. She was already 6 months old.  She brought with her many challenges – for me, for herself, and for Starlight, my Siamese, who was 2 and a half at the time.

Melissa brought 11 or 12 lifetimes of horrendous experiences and deaths, many that I had caused or participated in in some way.  In some she had been a feline living with me; in others my human child.  All this karma weighed heavily on her, like a soggy thick wool blanket.

I don’t know all the stories, but enough to know that she and I had much karma to resolve between us.

Melissa carried much deep-seated anger and rage from those past lives, as well as from having waited 6 months for me to show up in her current life.   From her perspective, she had lost out on her kittenhood with me.  And she arrived in a household with two elderly cats who were had health issues requiring a lot of attention, as well as Starlight, to whom I was very close.

In addition to all that, Melissa’s biological parents had been filled with vaccinations from their importation process.  Whatever is in the parents affects the offspring, and for Melissa this contributed to the disaster which plagued her later on.

When she finally came to my home, Melissa was reluctant to speak telepathicaly with me about much of anything.  She refused to tell me her name and made until I somehow guessed it.  She was difficult for me to hear telepathically.  When I tried to explain things, she would send me an image of herself with her paws in her ears:  “I’m not listening.”  She would also send images of a rebel teenager leaning against a wall with a smug, superior expression on his face, refusing to cooperate with anyone.

In a fit of anger one day, Melissa broke out of the house by tearing a hole in a sliding screen door.  I thought she was running away and wouldn’t return.  My house backs up to some woods, and her color blended in perfectly.  Fortunately, 45 minutes later, she returned calmer and more relaxed than I had ever seen her.  This showed me that she needed to be allowed outside to get grounded and more peaceful.

Melissa looking out a window.

Even as a kitten, Melissa would climb up to look out high windows.

At first I resisted letting Melissa go out whenever she wanted to go.  We would metaphorically knock heads together on a regular basis about this and many other things.  We were both strong minded, controlling, and stubborn.  It was very challenging working things out with her.   I learned to compromise … and compromise …and compromise.  She often agreed to something and then did as she pleased – a typical rebellious teenager mentality.

Usually Melissa would stay outside in or near the yard, but she soon began exploring further and further away from the yard, establishing territory.  She was a fierce hunter, and one of my neighbors was delighted that she kept the chipmunks out of his vegetable garden.  She not only killed and ate chipmunks, but also moles, squirrels, mice, and birds.  I gave up having a bird feeder in the winter to protect them from her ability to jump straight up 4+ feet in the air and knock them to the ground in one swift movement.

Another Layer of Challenge – The Injury

Melissa would usually go out for a short time and then come back and “check in,” and then head back out.  So the day she was gone for 7 hours, I was concerned.  Still, she was so smart and filled with the natural instinct of the feral cat who knows how to survive in the wild.  All day I kept speaking to her telepathically asking her come home, and all she would say was, “I’m coming.”

When Melissa finally showed up, it was clear that all was not right with her.  She would take about 10 steps and then stop and rest.  Then 10 more steps, and then stop.  She refused my offer to pick her up and carry her.

I let her into the house and she continued — 10 steps at a time — all the way through the living room and up the stairs, finally jumping onto my bed (which she thought of her bed, of course).  There I discovered that both her hind legs were badly injured.  One had bled quite a bit while the other was just missing some skin.  There was no more bleeding, and the wounds were clean.

Fortunately, I knew what to do and fortunately, she let me do it.  Picking her put very gently, I sprinkle some warm water on her legs rinse off her injuries.  Then I use Calendula gel, a homeopathic that disinfects, on her open wounds.  I placed a towel under her on my bed, where she clearly wanted to be.  But she wouldn’t drink water and she wouldn’t eat.

It had been a hot day and she should have been both thirsty and hungry.  She was exhausted and clearly in pain.  So pain was the next thing to be addressed.

I gave Melissa homeopathic Arnica, Ruta Graveolens, and Hypericum by dropper.  She started to relax a bit as these remedies are all pain relievers in addition to their other benefits for injuries.

Her back muscles were spasming and very tight.  I used TTouch (Tellington Touch) and unwinding techniques which encouraged her back to relax and release.

Then I gave her electrolytes by dropper and plain water by dropper.  After she had had enough of those, she was finally willing to drink on her own.  After that, she, ate some raw food from a bowl I held for her.

I put a litter box in my bedroom so Melissa could use it without going downstairs.  Being Melissa, she ignored it and insisted on going downstairs to use the other boxes, and then back upstairs to her spot on the bed.

Melissa did get treated by our holistic vet who checked the wounds and also did chiropractic.  As her body healed, I encouraged her to be more cautious, more careful.  She would never look before she jumped, and that clearly had been a factor in this injury.  Melissa was able to run and jump again, but never fully recovered her full flexibility and the height of her jumps was less than before.

How Melissa coped with pain.

Melissa watching a mouse.

A mouse is near the ceiling, and Melissa is keeping a close eye on it.

Melissa’s way of coping with emotional and physical pain was to ignore both as much as possible, spend time in nature hunting, and to run, and run, and run.  It wasn’t until after her passing that I realized how much chronic physical pain she must have been in, not just from the injury, but from chronic constipation she had developed as a kitten and which had gotten worse over time.

Some people and animals spend entire lifetimes running from pain, and that was what Melissa was doing.  Sadly, I didn’t realize all of this at the time, but perhaps I wasn’t meant to know the full extent of what was happening.

It wasn’t as tho’ I ignored Melissa’s physical and emotional problems.  I researched and did everything possible to turn things around for her, to make her more comfortable, to help her heal.  Some things aren’t meant to be “fixed” because the soul has to experience them to learn and to balance karma.  Nothing I did seemed to resolve her issues, although, as it turned out, everything I did helped on some deep level to let Melissa know she was dearly loved.

Melissa Became a Chronic Biter.

Melissa surrounded by toys.

Melissa surrounded by some favorite toys.

Two weeks after her rabies vaccination at 1 year of age, Melissa began biting me and drawing blood.  It took me 2 years to figure out that she was struggling with rabies vaccinosis.

When I’d ask Melissa why she bit me, she’d deny doing it.  This made me furious because I didn’t believe her.  It took me a long time to figure out that she really didn’t remember biting me.  She would be in a trance-like state whenever she bit and then not remember what she had done.

Some veterinarians insist there’s no such thing as vaccinosis, but Melissa was a classic case of rabies vaccinosis.  Her eyes would glaze over, her pupils dialated fully, and she’d attack without warning.  It didn’t matter whether she was playing, being petted, or just sitting quietly.  The attacks seemed to come out of nowhere.  Because they were unpredictable, I became more and more on guard around her.

I didn’t ignore this situation.  I tried everything possible to resolve this issue, as I also did with her constipation difficulties.  Every alternative treatment that I thought might resolve these problems were attempted with the best people I could find.  Hundreds of treatments, not just one or two here and there were given to Melissa.

She had shamanic soul retrievals and shamanic healings.  She had homeopathic treatments.  She had acupuncture and chiropractic, Theta Healing, Emotion Code and Body Code.  Prayers was invoked.  Multidimensional Energy Healing sessions were given.  This went on for 5 years.

Slowly Melissa improved in many ways.  But time was running out.  The Ascension energies kept raising the frequencies higher and faster, and higher and faster shifts and Stargate openings seemed to make things more and more difficult for Melissa.  She was making her best effort to control her behavior, and failing again and again.

By the time Melissa was 6 years old, she was attacking me more and more often.  In 2021, the Lion’s Gate Portal in August brought things to a peak.  Neither Melissa nor I could continue to live this way.  She was trying her best to control her behavior, but couldn’t.  And I couldn’t handle being bitten frequently, especially after one time when I became so depressed that I didn’t treat my wounds and they became infected.

The Only Option Left Was Euthanasia

Over the 5 and a half years that Melissa was with me, I had grown to deeply love her. When I would be furious with her, I could see that she was a powerful reflection of me – my issues – my ways of coping with life.

I didn’t want to euthanize her because it felt like killing her again, repeating past karma instead of healing it.  But there were no other options.

I faced a huge ethical and moral dilemma.  I couldn’t turn her loose in the woods because she wouldn’t survive the winters and the abandonment would be devastating emotionally.  I couldn’t give her to someone else because her biting was dangerous.  Starlight loved her.  I loved her.  She loved us.  I wrestled with this for all the years she was here.

On the August 8, 2021 Lions Gate weekend, it all came to a head.  Fortunately, a dear friend and powerful psychic healer convinced me that Melissa really wanted to leave her body.  She couldn’t tolerate being here any more.  Melissa was in a great deal of physical and emotional pain.  She really did need to go back into spirit.

I asked Melissa if she really wanted to go back into spirit.  She told me that she was emotionally exhausted and ready to leave.  It was a summer Sunday evening, and Melissa liked to go out at dusk, just the time I preferred she’d be inside.  But that evening, I told her she could go, and if she wanted to leave with the help of a wild animal, I was certain she could call on one to help her.

Melissa left the house and everything became very, very quiet.  It felt like she had pulled all her energy in and I couldn’t feel her presence at all.  Starlight felt the same way.  I stayed up very late because I didn’t want Melissa to return and be locked out of the house.  By 10 p.m. she was back, all her energy still contained around her.  She wanted a gentle death, and that’s what I would give her the following day.

Euthanizing Melissa was the most difficult euthanasia I have ever had to do.  I knew it was the right thing to do.  I knew she was ready.  She told me and showed me that this was what she wanted and needed – a gently, loving passage back into spirit, not some trauma induced death.

I called the next morning and made the appointment for euthanasia.  About 15 minutes before we were to leave the house, Melissa jumped onto the sofa next to Starlight.  They sat quietly for a few minutes talking.  And then they started to say goodbye by grooming each other so lovingly, so tenderly that I could hardly hold the camera steady.  When they were finished, Melissa got into the cat carrier and we left.

Melissa’s body was buried in the woods behind my house the following day.

I grieved, and grieved, and grieved.  Starlight grieved with me for a few weeks, but for me this was releasing lifetimes and lifetimes of pain, and my grieving seemed endless.  I sobbed and sobbed for hours … days … weeks … months.  I couldn’t talk about this, nor could I write about it.  It was coming from so deep within me that I just needed to experience the grief and let it go as much as possible, and trust that, over time, I would heal.

There’s more to the saga of Melissa.

Look for the next installment coming soon.


Starlight’s New Toy

June 15, 2014 by  
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Starlight Meets Daisy
Starlight Meets Daisy

The indoor world’s a bore.

The outdoor world is more . . .

more stimulating,

more exciting,

more alive!!!

more challenging . . .

more dangerous . . .

more thrilling!!!

A life of safety and comfort is also a dull, boring life.


Indoor cats suffer from boredom which leads to lack of exercise – after all, there’s no need to hunt with that food dish sitting around.   All in all, this leads to unhealthy, fat, and bored cats, and the more intelligent the cat, the more deadly the boredom.

Yes, intelligence requires sensory stimulation, and also exercise.

Have you ever seen a cat outside?  It’s eyes, ears, whiskers, tail – every part of that cat is on the alert, not just for possible prey or predators, but for play, too!

What an injustice we’ve done to our cats!

Still, I’m not about to open the door and allow a naive kitten to run outside into a world where only her instincts and no training whatsoever and no experienced adult teacher are available to help her survive.  Without the guidance of a wise mother cat, there would only be trial and error to protect her, and Starlight is a true innocent.

So since I can’t get another kitten right now, as that would be grossly unfair to my to older beauties, I keep trying to find toys and other things to interest Starlight.  Perhaps I’ve found a piece of the answer?

Where's Daisy hiding?

Where’s Daisy hiding?

How tragic that I have to get my kitten a stuffed toy to play with, but how wonderful that she has taken to this little Gund kitten.

Yes, cats live longer, duller lives when we keep them inside.  There is no way we can replace the sensory input of the outdoor world that their eyes, ears, and noses are designed for.

It’s hard work to keep Starlight active, exercised, and intelligent.

Found her!

Found her!

Wrestling Match

Wrestling Match

Got Your Tail.

Your ears are cute.

Your ears are cute.

 And what does Starlight think of her new playmate?

STARLIGHT:  “I know Daisy isn’t a real cat.  I named her Daisy myself.  I know she isn’t real because she doesn’t bite me back or try to kick me or run around.  She doesn’t taste real when I bite her.   But she’s fun to play with, especially as I can’t seem to get Violet to play with me.”

Come on, Violet.  Let's play.
Come on, Violet. Let’s play.

What’s a kitten to do?

What I Learned – A Reincarnation Adventure

December 9, 2012 by  
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Starlight chewing my shirt button.

As of now, for all intents and purposes, Starlight has been integrated into our family.  There are still some rough spots, but overall, I have 3 happy cats who appreciate and love each other.

How did this get accomplished?

I’m not sure I can answer this question completely, but the lessons I learned are important for others to consider when adding a new animal family member.

  1. Get everyone to buy into the addition in advance.If you bring home a new cat or other animal, and no one is expecting it, you’re going to have a hard time achieving full integration.This means telling your current family about your plans.  This is part of getting the buy-in.  Let those individuals in your current family know why you woudl like to bring the newcomer home and address some of their personal feelings about having another family member.  LET THEM TELL YOU what’s on their mind.  This may take several days, as each one will process in his/her own timing.

    Then, introduce them telepathically and get PRIVATE feedback from your current animal family members.  If someone is unhappy about the new addition, make the supreme effort to help that individual understand your motives and also to help that individual heal whatever issue(s) the new addition is bringing up for him/her.  Until everyone agreed (without being brow-beaten into it), don’t do anything.

  2. Ask each of your family members to take on responsibility for helping the new family member integrate.Don’t assign tasks.  Instead, ask them to tell you what roles they want to play.  In my case, the two adult felines worked it out between them and told me/showed me who would be doing what.
  3. Once the new animal arrives,  check in as often as possible to find out how each of your animal family members is doing as the process of integration unfolds.Get feedback and ask for and take their advice.
  4. Make sure each member of the family is ready for changes as the process unfolds. For example, if I had just brought Starlight downstairs because I thought it was necessary and had not asked Violet and Sakhara to help me make the decision and work out the details, there would have been hurt feelings and chaos.  Instead, everyone made the supreme effort to adjust as Starlight was moved right into the middle of their personal space.
  5. Support your older family members as they go through the process.This is more than just giving flower essences.  This means taking the time to be with each one and give that individual all the love and attention that s/he normally enjoys.It also means that if an individual wants time alone, you honor that.

    If an individual needs to be heard, you honor that.

    Fully support each animal family member.  That helps that individual to make space for the new addion.

  6. Patience is essentialYou can let the others know that you are spending time with the new animal.  They’re going to smell it on your clothes anyway.  Be sure to explain what you’re doing with the new animal and why.In my situation, Starlight was really still an infant kitten and needed food and attention on a regular bases – at least every 4 hours at first.  Both my adults cats understood this, but my telling them what I was doing and why showed respect for their feelings and kept them in the loop.

    So YOU’RE the one who needs to be patient.  Don’t try to rush or hurry anything.

  7. Let the older animals take the lead whenever possible.Treat each family member as a sentient (feeling) and sapient (intelligent) adult.  Each animal has his/her own wisdom and perspective, and each of those perspectives is valid.You can’t make two other beings like each other.  You can only support their own way of getting acquainted and learning to accept each other.

    REMEMBER – some cats are screamers (like Violet) and humans often don’t understand feline sounds.  Learn to tune in telepathically to “hear” or “sense” what’s being communicated.  Unless blood is being spilled, STAY OUT OF IT!!  Allow the screaming to take place.  You can help by explaining to each animal the viewpoint of the other by DON’T TAKE SIDES!!  There is no “right” or “wrong” here.  There is only each one feeling his/her way along and getting to know the other.

For me, the challenges were:

ALLOWING my cats to do their own thing and not trying to “fix” anything.  After all, nothing was broken!

I had to learn WHEN and WHERE and HOW to step into a situation

I had to learn WHEN and WHERE and HOW to STAY OUT of a situation.

The calmer and more relaxed I was, the calmer and more relaxed my cats were.

May you all have a happy, joyous, and loving family of animals as I am blessed have.


Starlight Integration – A Reincarnation Adventure

December 9, 2012 by  
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Starlight and Violet enjoying each other’s company.

An early English author, Samuel Richardson, wrote a novel called Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded in the late 17th century in the form of a young girl’s diary.  One of the critiques of this novel was that, if Pamela had time to write all this detail in her diary, she would not have had time to live it.

I face that very same issue with Starlight and her integration into our household.  I had time to live it, but not to write it all down.  Even if time were not so compressed that we are living what feels like 10 years of “stuff” each day, including taking care of daily needs and multiple crises, I still would have had insufficient time to keep a diary of all that has transpired.

So I ask you to forgive this abbreviated version of what has transpired with Starlight, Sakhara, and Violet.

In our last episode, Starlight moved downstairs with the express permission and agreement of Sakhara and Violet.  It soon became clear that we could only keep her confined at night, so during the day Sakhara would retreat upstairs and Violet and I would “manage” (ha, ha) on our own.

It was hard to get Starlight to bed each evening.  She didn’t want to be alone and my heart hurt to confine her.  Basically, I was waiting for Violet to give permission for me to allow Starlight to come to bed with us.  I knew that Violet had to be the one who decided because if I rushed this stage of the integration, I stood a very good chance of losing Violet’s cooperation.

Fortunately, it took only a few days (can’t remember exactly how many, but no more than 3 and possibly fewer), and Violet agreed that Starlight could sleep with us.  The first night, I put Starlight to bed, but left the door to her room ajar so she could decide what she wanted to do.  She stayed in her room (the dangers of operant conditioning).  So the next night, I took her upstairs with us.

The joy and relief in Starlight’s face and body were enormous.  I made sure that Violet could sleep in her favorite spot (down by my feet under the covers) and I kept Starlight in my arms, literally making a little “bed” for her to cuddle up and curl herself into.   We all settled in and slept fairly well.

A few days later, I restored the cat meditation room to it’s original condition, with the exception of leaving a 3rd litter box in there, as the downstairs bathroom is just too small for 3 boxes.   There’s a 4th box upstairs, and for a while no one used it, but now, it too, is being used.  Violet and Sakhara had been happy with just 2 boxes, but with Starlight here, we really need all 4.

Since giving Starlight full run of the house, Sakhara has begun playing with her.  Sakhara’s approach was her own unique system.  Once Sakhara established herself as “Top” cat (by growling and swatting and refusing to be drawn into the kitten’s play), Sakhara began playing with Starlight.  It fascinates me how this  worked.

Starlight had to show submission by turning over onto her back and exposing her belly.  Once she started doing that, Sakhara began to play.

Now, Starlight tries to swat Sakhara, but also lies down on her back, paws in the air tapping Sakhara’s face.  Sakhara growls and swats, but no longer runs away.  Starlight swats back and then joyfully jumps on Sakhara.  Sakhara growls and knocks her off.  Starlight backs up and comes back for more.  Sakhara may or may not run, but both seem to enjoy this interaction.

Violet has been having a more difficult time, actually.  Violet is a lady – dignified and grand.  She doesn’t like Starlight to jump on her, and Violet’s vocalizations are a combination scream and growl.

Violet often just runs, and Starlight chases, but then Violet gets into the run and chase and it becomes a game – at times.  Sometimes I see a smile on Violet’s face as this interaction gets going.

I keep reminding Violet that Starlight will be taller and heavier than Violet when Starlight reaches her full size.  I encourage her to sit on this kitten before she becomes too big.  But that’s not Violet’s way, and I have to accept that.

The only time I interfere, and I don’t do it very often, is when Violet is on my lap and Starlight goes after Violet’s tail.  I only do this on the bed, not downstairs.  I have taken this perogative because I consider that my time to say “good morning” or “good night” to Violet and Starlight has to learn to give me MY space to do this.

Otherwise, my role in all this is just to stay out of it.  No one is being hurt, and everyone is adjusting.  Occasionally, everyone sleeps together, but more often each cat sleeps alone, or Violet and Sakhara cuddle up together as they always have.

As of today, Starlight is 19 weeks old (about 4 and a half months) and weighs over 4 pounds and growing.  She’s a very big girl with big feet – huge toes and tiny claws that are hard to fine to clip, although they are sharper than needles and need regular attention.  She eats enough for 2 adult cats most days.  She plays hard.  She’s starting to climb the screens, so I’m going to take down the ones she can reach.  I hope by spring she’ll be past this climbing stage.

Some feline feedback:



Starlight is doing really well, but I despair of her ever being fully grounded.  Still, she’s come a very long way.

She’s so sweet, and she’s fun, and she has brought just the right combination of energies into our home.  Violet and I have agreed that she’s too young to do very much energy work with us, but sometimes she does try to help us support Nedda.

Overall, I’m glad she’s here.



Starlight is amazing and wonderful.  She keeps challenging me and sometimes I enjoy her and other times she pushes my buttons so I’m getting to clear up old stuff to be ready for our whole family moving into the 5th and higher dimensions.

Nedda is being smart not to try to “fix” anything.  We each are growing, healing, and expanding our consciousness.  It’s a personal choice for each one of us.



I just love being here.  I have the best family – they have been so patient with me.  I’m having a fantastic time.  The food is great and I get to eat as much as I like.  My only wish is that Violet and Sakhara would play with me more.  Sometimes I get a bit bored, but then Nedda steps in and we play.

It’s been hard not to immediately be accepted, but that’s ok because I know each one was doing her best to adjust to my arrival.  It can be a challenge to carry to so much Love and Light because others don’t know what to do with it.  At least in this family I didn’t have to deal with jealousy.  I was told before I came that many humans who carry Light have to deal with that, but that I would not have to.

So I’m having a ball!!  I’m really grateful to have this wonderful family and I want to help out, but Violet and Sakhara sometimes tell me to just be a kitten and enjoy that for a bit longer.

I had fun talking to the students in Nedda’s TWA class a few weeks ago.  I want to do more of THAT!!


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