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Mary Ellen
Tips 'n' Tales Newspaper Columnist
with Miss Wings

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Mary Ellen holding Whyspurr, a Silver Persian by their Snow Cat.
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Who we are in our youth, and what we love...
as we age...is who we become.
- Mary Ellen -
Dearest Readers,
Many have asked how I became a weekly pet newspaper columnist.  Just like you, I have loved a pet and that love changed my life.  When I was tiny...only 3 years old, I was removed from my home, in the dark of the night, and awoke in a strangerís home. 
My mother had TB, and for the health of her children, the three of us were divided up and placed in foster homes.
Our father decided this arrangement would be more efficient than day care. It allowed him to be free to  pursue his career.  But, the emotional toll on his children was horrific. So, for the next year and a half my brother, sister and myself were cared for by strangers until our mother returned home.

My mother regained her health, and while we remained in the foster homes our parents moved to another home in another city.  Then, like before, they came for us after bed time and took us home.

Everything was new.  We were readjusting to each other and then....one morning, I awoke before the rest of the family, and walked down the unfamiliar hallway.  
Sitting there...in the middle of the hallway...slowly blinking at me, was the cutest little black Persian kitten!  I had never been that close to a cat before!  My heart jumped with joy! This was a baseball-sized black-dandelion-puff kitten, with huge bewildered blinking eyes! Kiddy-Kat was as confused to where he was, as I was to why he was there!
My father's sister's cat had kittens and Dad had brought one home without telling any of us. Kiddy-Kat was the magic that completed our family.  He helped heal our hearts of the sadness we had carried since our families unexplained breakup.
I stared at the kitten.  He stared at me...and I have not been the same since.  If you love cats or dogs in your youth, you will still love them today.
Pets have the power to heal hurting hearts, the power to make us smile.  They add memories and stories to our lives.
When I was walking home, in grade three, I knew that one day I would be able to teach people, and that having my cat/cats next to me was important.  You may say...the newspaper column is because of Divine Intervention, a child's intuition, or a dream come true!
Here is one story to illustrate Divine Intervention and pets for the second time in my life.
Can you imagine the horror of taking a pet on vacation, and losing it?  This happened to me 31 years ago.  At the time, pet ID chips where not available.  Only my own ingenuity and tenacity were the powers to locate the missing cat....or so I thought!
Following is the story.......................
The first year we were married, my husband and I rented a camper and took our family, two shaded-silver Persian cats, Channel and Camalot, on vacation.  We caught the ferry off Vancouver Island in Canada and headed to Lake Chelan in Washington State.

After a six hour drive, at the campsite, we put the cats on their harness-leashes.  The next time we turned around Camalot had wiggled free of his harness. He was no where to be seen.  We were devastated!

Of all the animals I had ever owned and loved this shy-gentle creature, who had been raised in a cage by a breeder, had not learned to fend himself, he relied and trusted on me for protection.

We spent our entire 'vacation' walking around the small town of Lake Chelan calling, "Liver, liver, liver."   It was Camalot's favorite treat, and he always came to it....except this time.

Between naps we wandered the streets, day and  night, going to the radio station, newspaper office, and local schools searching and alerting people about our precious missing kitty. The town folks predicted that the cat would be up a tree somewhere. But, I knew this vulnerable cat did not have survival skills, and would be hiding under a bush somewhere.

Three days later, on our last morning of intense searching, just as the sun was rising, we were still wandering the quiet dark streets calling , "Liver, Liver, Liver."

Exhausted, at 4 AM we knew it was our last chance to find Camalot as our 'vacation' had run out. We never even got to sight see or swim in the lake! We had done everything humanly possible to find Camalot...and it was obvious...locating him was out of our hands. 

At this point, I stopped my life long inner complaining and passed my heart into the hands of God and said, "Dear God, If you are really out there, if you really exist, please show me where my cat is."

The most unusual thing happened next! Invisible hands of God, or hands of loving Angels, were placed on my back, and directed me in the opposite direction that we'd been searching.

These hands applied pressure at street crossings on which way to turn. We turned to the right, and walked another block, then they guided me to the end of the street. I followed their direction for a quarter of a mile to a location we had not searched when the feeling of the guiding hands lifted.  The sun rose.  I stood there in confusion. 

What was that all about?

I called "C-a-m-a-l-o-t" one last time, and out from under a bush, twenty feet ahead, a scared-thinner-fluffy Shaded Silver Persian meowed.  Camalot slowly crawled out from under the bush and stood still...waiting to be picked up.  He blinked his huge green Disney eyes. My soul soared, my heart melted.
Is there a God or Angels out there?  We all have to make that decision in our own way, in our own time.  Relaxing, coming to a wall in our life, losing a precious kitty, and taking the time to ask, seems to be the key.

Maybe if my cat had not slipped from his harness, I may never have discovered prayer, God, and the Angels.  Maybe when something bad happens to us...It is just part of a greater plan that we do not see at the time!

The story of our missing cat had spread around the entire town.  (I had seen to that!)

When we pulled out of the motor home park we told the gate keeper we had found our cat and she burst into tears.  She said, "Today is my 21st birthday and you finding your cat is the best present I could have!  He is beautiful, and it is lovely to see your cat is home with you."  Yes, there are kind people all over the world.

Oh, and Channel?

When we carried Camalot back into the camper and put him In front of the water bowl, Channel walked right over to him and smacked him on the head with her paw, with a look as if to say, "You sure caused a lot of trouble."

As upsetting as Camalot's disappearance was, during a vacation where we never got to have one, it appears that Camalot was meant to get lost so that we could find and understand that a Divine power is at work in our lives. 

And now, 31 years later, it is still an amazing true story and one to offer you hope in your life....may you too find what is missing in your life.

And if you are going through a rough time...may you ride it to the end and discover its deeper meaning.

Mary Ellen "Angel Scribe"

Lost Pets? 
More Angelic Help!
My dear friend Atira, has the gift to see and hear Angels!  
They told her that when a pet is lost that we can visualize a pink ribbon from our hearts to the pets.  Apparently, lost pets follow this vibrational lead back to you...or you to them.  The lead is active wether they are alive or dead.  Possibly this is the link some pets follow for thousands of miles to return home.
I once shared this information with a friend on the phone.  Her cat was missing for three days.  She hung up the telephone, visualized the pink ribbon and walked outside.  She said, "I walked the same route as before, but this time I could feel my cat.  Sadly, I found her dead by the side of the road. I found her in a matter of minutes, and did not have to spend the rest of my life worrying if she is OK."
We have also used this technique to bring a lost bunny home.  Luckily he was fine, making us all very 'hoppy.'

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