Last time, I told the story of the tree that yelled for my attention, and now I'm going to tell you the story of my empathic adventures with a member of the animal kingdom.
A few years ago, one of our furry babies, a normally aloof and imperious feline, looked at me strangely when I was on the floor stretching. I thought that perhaps he desired me to tell him how beautiful he was, or to get him more food, but then he did something completely out of character. He came over and sat on my legs in mid-stretch and looked me full in the eyes for a long minute. I knew instantly that he was telling me that something was wrong. I told the Significant Other that something was wrong with our primary feline, and he pooh-poohed it. "He looks fine. Let's just wait and see," S.O. suggested. We waited, but then I noticed that primary feline was visiting the litter box frequently, but with no result. He looked at me again, (I heard a "hurry, Mom," in my mind) and I knew he was in trouble.
Unfortunately, it was New Year's Day and I knew that our vet would not be available. Without waiting any longer, I found an emergency vet clinic that was open and took him there. In spite of looking completely healthy, our poor primary feline was very ill with a urinary tract blockage, infection, and high fever. I was glad I listened to his psychic vibes. He lived to a ripe old age, aloof and imperious to the end.