If you are struggling to find hope, to find belief, to know that something is going to happen, read on.
My beloved kitty was mistakenly let out on Sunday June 5th. He is an indoor kitty. I rescued him from the streets in February 2021.
For three nights in a row I cried myself to sleep. I missed my Frankie.
I posted this flyer everywhere…online and every place I could in Barrington Rhode Island. I went door to door in our neighborhood and surrounding neighborhoods. I texted my neighbors and asked them if I could walk through their yard at 4am with a flashlight. Crazy cat lady.
A few weeks later I got a text from someone saying she’d been feeding a cat who she thought was Frankie. She had seen my posting on Next Door.
As I pulled up to her home, about a mile from mine, my jaw dropped. Her home is the same architectural style as ours, a white colonial. Frankie thought this was our house.
4 plus months went by (18 weeks and one day). Frankie would come and go…he’d show up at my new friend’s house to be fed and drink water and play with her cat Leo and then off he’d go to galavant. Frankie is not yet neutered, you see.
My new friend who was taking care of my Frankie would call or text me when he was there and I would bee line over to get my boy. He would take off before I got there. Or he would still be there and I would attempt to contain myself as I pet him for a while as he purred and meowed with joy. I’d wait a while then try to pick him up and he’d struggle to get away and then saunter off, looking over his shoulder as if to say, “How COULD you?!”
I let it all go. I knew Frankie was coming home. I knew it would be Divine timing. 🙏🏻💫🌈😊
Then on the full moon on Monday 10.10.22, the 7th year anniversary of the day my Mom went to Heaven, my friend called in the morning - Frankie was there. I drove over stat and … he’d taken off. She apologized. I smiled and said I wasn’t worried, he would be home soon. I knew it.
That night as I was heading up to bed my phone rang…she had Frankie!! In a carrier!! Frankie was ready to come home.
I squealed all the way to her house. It took Frankie about 15 minutes inside our house to re-acclimate, before he was purring and rubbing against me and meowing nonstop. 4 months on the streets took a minute to shake off.
What does any of this have to do with you? All of it. If you can not hope - not believe - but KNOW that something is coming, it has to come. It is law. The Law of Attraction ✨🌟💫. This is an inside job though. I cannot do it for you. Only you can think in your mind.
My teenage daughter thought I was delusional. She threw out Frankie’s food and litter box because she thought it made me sad. I told her that it didn’t make me sad, it was there for when he came home.
Many kind people asked about Frankie for a while…and then after a few months they stopped. They didn’t want to trigger me, to upset me. But they wouldn’t have. I knew he’d be back.
And now he is. He is sitting next to me purring as I type.
That person, place or thing you are wanting so badly? It’s coming.
If it’s taking time it’s getting better and more specific. Practice how it feels to KNOW it. Then watch what happens.
And message me to tell me the good news.