A CAT FOR ALL SEASONS

In Memoriam, Reprise Violet Flame

Violet reincarnated to be with me for 4 lifetimes.  At the close of this life, I want to honor all 4 incarnations of this amazing being.

If you’re not sure you believe in reincarnation, this memorial might give you some food for thought.

FIRST LIFETIME

In her first life with me, Violet was a black and white male cat my sisters and I named Felix, after the cartoon character.  It was a short life, and that’s all I remember about it.  We had many cats, all of whom lived outside with shelter in the garage.

SECOND LIFETIME

In her second life with me, Violet was a muted tortoiseshell named Sappho.  She was very Siamese-like, with larger ears and a dominant attitude.  We were very, very close.

She was born in Maine at one of my sister’s homes and we bonded on the long car trip home.

We were together for 7 years until my life took me away to find out who I was.  Sappho went to live with someone else.  She left her body soon after.

THIRD LIFETIME — A POWERFUL REUNION

Violet in her 3rd lifetime, sitting on the back stoop.  She was terribly cross-eyed, but still gorgeous.

In her third life with me, Violet came as a blue point Siamese rescued from the streets.  She was nearly half starved.  When I got her home, she settled onto my heart center, and I instantly recognized her as having been Sappho.

Violet was terrified of going out on the stoop, so one day I carried her outside.  Her fear and panic were palpable.  This is how I learned that she had been picked up and put outside and abandoned.

So the healing began around that, too.  Soon she felt comfortable sitting on the back stoop, where I would sit with her so she never felt abandoned.

Violet assigned herself the role of my personal supervisor, whether I wanted one or not.

If I was sick, she would never leave my side.  If I got out of bed for tea or soup, she would run up and down the stairs demanding vocally and telepathically that I “get back in that bed so I can heal you.”

Unfortunately, Violet never fully recovered from the stress and damage she had gone through on the streets.  She also had powerful emotional debris around my leaving her and keeping Echo, my Arabian horse, who had been with me during Violet’s previous life with me.

Echo was still with me when Violet came back, and Violet’s jealousy was intense.  When Echo was euthanized in 1998, Violet announced, “I’m in charge of your life now.“

Three days later, Echo visited in spirit and Violet, mortified, became seriously ill.  I nursed her diligently for 10 months, but she wasn’t strong enough to recover.  She had been with me only 4 and a half years.  Her jealously had turned into leukemia.

FOURTH, MOST RECENT LIFETIME

Five days after being euthanized in August, 1999, Violet showed up in spirit and began demanding that we plan her return together.  She insisted on coming back through a Siamese cattery.  She completely orchestrated her return as a female, Siamese Blue Point kitten.

The week I expected her to be born, she “walked in” to the body of an 8-week old female and began screaming at the humans who were considering her for another family.  The previous personality had been very demure, so the sudden change in behavior got the attention of the breeder at Reprise Siamese.  They called and asked me to speak with the upset baby.

As soon as I connected with the kitten, I heard:

VIOLET:  “Where are you?  Come get me!  They want to give me to someone else.”

NEDDA:  “Calm down Violet.  You’ve made your point.  I’ll come get you in a few days.”

I was late arriving to pick up Violet, who sat by the front door of the cattery the entire morning waiting for me.  The breeder said she would stand up on her tiny legs and try to look out through the screen door.  When I came in the house, she took off running through the cattery crying, “She’s here!  She’s here!”

When we got home, Violet stepped out of the cat carrier as though she had just been away for a short car trip.  She recognized where she was immediately.  She took over the house as if she had never left.  She knew where the food was, where the litter box was, and despite being very tiny, made it up the stairs to claim her place in “her” bed where she allowed me sleep.

Sakhara was here to greet Violet that first day.  Sakhara took one look at her as she emerged from the cat carrier, and said, “You need a bath,” whereupon a protesting kitten was thoroughly washed.

Thus began the nearly 18 years of Violet’s fourth lifetime with me.

— SANDY

Violet never wanted another cat in my life.  I was grateful she had allowed Sakhara to come.  We had discussed this while Violet was still in spirit, and she had given permission for me to bring Sakhara home.

In 2004, I used a Have-a-Heart trap to catch a young, grey tiger, male I named Sandy.  He had been abandoned in the neighborhood, and I had been feeding him and other feral cats in the back yard.

Violet was furious and insanely jealous.  She attacked Sandy constantly as I tried to integrate him, and I found the tip of his tail bleeding several times.

Then, Violet stopped eating.  She was fretting, running up and down the stairs, and losing weight.  So I gave up any attempts to integrate Sandy, and found him another home.

— STARLIGHT ARRIVES

After Violet’s intense reaction to Sandy, you can imagine my concerns when Echo announced in 2012 that she was coming back to me as a kitten.

Would Violet welcome Echo back in any form?

Could they learn to live together?

Fortunately for all of us, Violet agreed that Starlight could come.  She and Sakhara had actual meetings about it.  I walked into a room one day where the two of them were “in conference” about the kitten who would soon arrive.  They shooed me out, as this was “private.”

The two adult cats decided that Violet would take the lead in integrating Starlight and teaching her “how to be a cat.”  Starlight immediately fell in love with Violet and totally acquiesced to Violet’s authority.  This made it easy for Violet to accept her.

Starlight says:

I love Violet.  She was a wonderful teacher.  I think she was mystified because I always wanted to play and she was so serious, but she was also very patient with me, and very loving, too.

Violet gave me a lot of rules of follow, but then her heart softened and she forgave Echo.  Once that happened, she was more generous about allowing me to do things, like sit in Nedda’s lap in the living room to be brushed.

I miss Violet very much and hope to speak with her soon.

— TIME TO SAY GOODBYE

And now it’s time to say goodbye to Violet yet again.  Not easy to do at all.

Violet was named for the Violet Flame or Violet Ray which is guarded by Ascended Master St. Germain.  She is a very advanced healer, which she demonstrated many times both in caring for me and others, and helping me do energy healing for clients.

If I hadn’t been telepathic with animals, I never would have known Violet’s sense of humor.  Her wise cracks and cryptic remarks often caused me to burst with peals of laughter.

For example,

I’m taking a bath.  The bathroom is located off a hall that goes between 2 bedrooms.  Violet is going up and back between the two rooms calling for me.

The door to the bathroom is open, so I can see and hear Violet as she goes by.

NEDDA:  “Violet, what are you doing?”

VIOLET:  “I’m playing hide and seek.”

NEDDA:  “Who are you playing with?”

VIOLET:  “You.”

NEDDA:  “Violet, you know I’m in the bathtub.”

VIOLET:  “Yes, but I don’t like getting wet, so I’m looking for you out here.”

There’s no question in my mind that Violet is a strong minded, strong willed soul who insisted on doing things her own way.  Sakhara often sat back and watched us argue about things, refusing to get involved.

She smashed a lovely 14″ porcelain statue of Quan Yin because I wasn’t paying attention to her despite her demands for me to leave the computer.

She bit both ears of a lovely statue of the Egyptian cat goddess, Bast.

Violet loved to sit in my lap, to constantly touch me, and be close.  She was very good at claiming me.  Violet had a great deal of tenacity, and what she wanted, she usually got because she never, ever gave up.

Sakhara, being an expert mother cat, allowed Violet to do whatever she wanted.  This contributed to Sakhara not having much cuddling for herself.

It took both Sakhara and me to raise Violet, who was very active.  As my “Supervisor” she went everywhere I went in the house.  When repairmen came she would inspect them, their tools, and everything they did.  It all had to meet with her approval.

As a kitten, Violet would wrestle with Sakhara, who was a much larger cat than a Siamese.

“Moma” Sakhara would hold Violet down, being the adult, and Violet would scream as though she were being murdered.  As soon as she got free, she would jump on Sakhara’s head as if nothing had happened.

I asked her about this one day, and she said, “My scream is like the sounds made in Karote, the equivalent of ‘Hai Yah!'”  I had to laugh.  It sounded nothing like that to my human ears, but what did I know?

— THE END TIMES

For the last 3 years of her life, Violet was in renal failure.  I managed her health with lots of love, a natural electrolyte mix, and various other holistic remedies.  In addition, she had chiropratic whenever she needed it.

Because of a bad reaction to a rabies vaccine when Violet was about 4 years old, she was chronically constipated her whole life.  This got worse with the kidney failure, and in the last few months made things very uncomfortable for her.  While I never gave up trying to find a solution to all this, time wore her body down.

So on Tuesday, July 11, 2017, when Sakhara and I and our veterinarian, Dr. Amy Matthews of Animal Wellness in East Granby, CT, made the appointment for Sakhara’s euthaniasia at my home, I got off the phone, and turned immediately to speak with Violet, lying comfortably in one of the cat beds on the bay window ledge.  I spoke to her quietly.

“Violet.  Please consider what I’m about to tell you.”

Violet lifted her head and looked right at me.

“Amy is coming Thursday evening, two nights from now, and Sakhara will be helped to leave her body.  She’s ready and wants to go and wants help to do it.

“I love you very much and I don’t want to rush you to leave.  However, I do encourage you to think about leaving when Sakhara does on Thursday.

“Your body is really struggling, and I’m not sure you’re able to make it comfortably until next week.  Amy won’t be able to come back a second time before then, and the last thing I want for you is a trip to an emergency vet.

“I don’t want you to be in terrible pain, and I would take you if you need to go.  But I’m really OK if you want to leave when Sakhara leaves.”

Violet put her head back down and closed her eyes.  She said nothing at all, but I could feel her considering the situation.

The next morning, Violet ate, and then vomited her entire breakfast.  She refused any more food.

On Thursday morning, Violet stopped drinking water.  I could feel the shift in her.  She was already beginning the process of departure.

Violet was euthanized that evening right after Sakhara.

Her spirit was already expanded 2 feet out from her body before she was given the injection.

Her guides where there to welcome her and take her home.

PHOTO SERIES:  THE MANY EXPRESSIONS OF VIOLET