We used to have a cat named Uncle Rico. Yes. We named him after Uncle Rico from the movie Napoleon Dynamite. We’re weird that way.
Anyway, this was a cool cat. Super sweet, super spunky, and full of character. He was pretty much perfect except for one really annoying habit. He would steal straws out of our
Every. Single. Time.
It was seriously annoying. You’d wake up in the morning and the straw that was in the water glass on the nightstand would now be in the hallway. You’d be watching a show on the television and the
drink that was sitting right next to you would be missing it’s straw! Where did it go? The back bedroom, of course!
He was a sneaky little bugger.
One evening, Uncle Rico got outside and never came home. For weeks we searched for our kitty. I feared that he had been attacked by one of the raccoons or coyotes in the area, but still didn’t
want to give up hope. I knew eventually I would have to face the fact that my little buddy may never come home, but I was still in denial. The idea of him being lost, or taken, or hurt somewhere
was driving me crazy.
This is when the story gets weird…
About three weeks after Uncle Rico went missing (and three weeks of crying over him daily), I was in my room by myself. All of a sudden, I hear the voice of my good friend Henry (who had passed
about a year earlier) say, “Shelly, Uncle Rico is dead. He was attacked by a coyote in the woods behind your house. He did suffer some, but once he passed he came to me. Uncle Rico and I are here
together so you can stop searching and stop crying over him. He is at peace.”
I had received a clairaudient message from my friend about my beloved pet!
If you aren’t familiar with Clairaudience, it is an intuitive gift meaning clear hearing where one receives words or messages that are not from their own thoughts. This usually
occurs in your mind or it can also be an auditory experience where you actually hear something, like my message from Henry.
After telling my husband what I had just heard from Henry, we sat down to relax for the evening; feeling sad but content with the information I had received.
I reached to my right to grab my drink, and the straw in my non-carbonated drink lifts straight up out of the glass and lands on the table.
Whaaaaat? Uncle Rico decided to ‘steal’ my straw one last time.
I knew it was a good-bye from my little buddy. There was no explanation for that straw to lift itself straight up and out of my drink. The visit from both Henry and Uncle Rico was a gesture of
love from the both of them.