February 11, 2013: Mussi, my favorite tabby from South Chicago, did not return from his night walk! At first, I thought he was just extending his night trip for a few hours, but Mussi stayed until midnight. I searched for the neighborhood again and again, calling his name. After a few hours of fruitless searching, I gave up and went to bed. I rushed and became restless until the next morning. Early in the morning I got up and again brushed my surroundings. I expanded my search with a few blocks, puzzled by the situation. I kept calling his name “Muuussssiiii!”. Nothing! Where can he be?
Not once did Moussie shy away from home in the past. After seven years he did not disappear. Our tacit agreement entailed checking with me every 30 minutes or so. He always stuck to it. So what happened suddenly? My mind played out the worst horror scenarios. Was he locked up in some dark basement? Kidnapped? Run? Expel other cats or, worse, dogs? I was so desperate that I could not think straight. I was too depressed and worried.
I alarmed my family and friends who were at a loss for words. Everyone loved Mussi and knew him as the most intuitive, intelligent, gentle tiger from Chicago. I felt sorry because I was still recovering from the pain due to another crisis and, of course, I was suffering. After many other searches, I decided to get help. I asked my sister to contact a woman she calls a “witch,” her intuitive friend, healer, and animal communicator. This woman was in the mood and felt that Mussi was slightly injured and was hiding somewhere. She did not feel that he was locked up, but simply hiding. She said she would send him energy and take him home.
No cat appeared. I checked the basics I could access and told my neighbors to do the same. My frustration is growing by the hour. I looked through the whole area again and again. Where could this cat be? A neighbor and I checked two buildings. ground floors and garages for the cat sign, to no avail. Instead, she introduced me to her cats, whom I met surprisingly. They looked guilty and could be involved in the persecution of Mussi. At the moment, everyone was suspected. Even the other two black cats of the neighbor, right across, seemed to be pawing around. I clearly needed a dream!
I began to mark the entire area and beyond with posters "Desperately Seeking Moussi." The initial batch, which I installed two days after the disappearance of Mussi, covered several blocks. A densely populated area did not facilitate the choice of location and neighbors. There were just too many places where Mussi could be hiding, and this made me dizzy. So, I put flyers at any suitable place; on buildings, doors, lampposts, garage doors, trash bins, you name it - Mussi posters have risen! For several days, everyone in the area knew that my cat was gone.
When desperation grew, I decided to talk to one of my friends in Los Angeles about an animal communicator that she used years ago when her cat was out. She could not remember the name of the lady in Seattle, so I went in Russian. I found her and sent an emergency request. I think an animal psychiatrist has punished the gravity of the situation. She called me the same day after I transferred her over a hundred dollars to PayPal. The information that she apparently received from Mussi was that he went down the avenue, across the field, and then climbed into the pit. He seemed to have found the inside of the new territory interesting and decided to talk a bit. It sounded completely different from Mussi. She claimed that he was not locked up and could potentially go out on his own. She further mentioned that the building is not far from my house and that we will reunite one day.
I kept posting more posters in the neighborhood and asking. The guy called from several blocks, claiming that he noticed Mussi in the yard. I immediately made my way there, but the cat, of course, disappeared. I checked the area, but there was no hint of Mussi.
I expanded the poster and search area with a few more blocks. I noted the post office, outside the shops, almost all the lamp posts in the area, buses and train stations. It was cold. It is a deep winter. This did not lead to the survival of Moussi or to my search. Many nights I froze, laying out flyers. I didn’t want to imagine what the cold spell meant for Mussi, where he was. I could not allow Moussie to freeze somewhere in the middle of winter.
My phone is really starting to ring now. I received calls from numerous people, claiming that they noticed Mussi in the cemetery, not far from the bus station, and were sitting on the trail and under the car. However, none of them could either click the picture or catch the cat. Since I was at work, it was not always possible for me to give up everything and follow vague beliefs.
Then, on Saturday, a French lady called me, who found and held the gray tabby in captivity. She clicked the picture and sent it. I was on a horse when they called me, about an hour away. I hurried back, as Mussi could be a somewhat blurred picture. An hour later, I found that a French lady in the described area, with four children, and a cat gathered around her. Deeply impressed with her determination and perseverance, I thanked her very much for trying to help. Unfortunately, the captured cat was not Mussi and could free himself.
More than a week has passed and there is still no cat. He was my precious child who moved from Chicago to Zurich with me three and a half years ago. He loved Switzerland because he could go outside, which was impossible in the center of Chicago. I have had cats all my life, but I haven’t had anything as special as Mussi. I was deeply connected with him and loved him with all my heart. Mussi reminded me of the feline way of life of Mother Teresa. I knew that he was alive, but I just could not understand where. I miss him hugging me every night, his comfort when I feel bad, and the many different faces and sounds of Moussi.
Where he was? I knew that he would never leave himself. Increasingly, I began to suspect that he was abducted. Or did he try to return to his old house, where we lived until a few months ago, and got lost on the way? I warned former neighbors and took off the square. No one saw Moussie there. Older neighbors who watched Moussi constantly watched him. I knew they would do an excellent job, but I marked the whole area with Mussi flyers.
I got a call from an energetic healer who lived near my old house. She said that she noticed my flyers and only a few minutes later noticed a cat that looked like the spitting image of Mussy. She swore it was him. Her intuition, she said, never lied. So, I went there to see if I could still see the traces of my cat, but there was nothing.
After all the Mussi searches that were in the inning for two weeks, I decided to go snowboarding for a couple of days. I had to go. I've gone crazy. On the way home on Sunday evening from the mountains, my beautician who lived near my old house called me. Her voice was insane when she pierced something about the fact that I have a cat-cat, and I must immediately appear to pick it up. I went to her house, still wearing snowboard pants. Indeed, she sat before tabby, but it was not Mussi. However, this cat was clearly lost and confused and was looking for a home. Beautiful kitty of this guy, and I felt sorry for him. Adrienne said: "Just take it instead." Sorry, but there was no quick replacement for Mussi! It broke my heart to see how this cat is hysterically seeking its home. So, I told Adrienne that if no one took him in the coming days, I would, at any rate, temporarily! Fortunately, the neighbor was kind enough to give him shelter in a few days.
I also reported that Moussi was missing from Petlink.com, the chip company, hoping that the seeker would take him to the vet or hospital where he would be scanned and informed me. In addition, I advised clinics and veterinarians in the area about the missing Mussi. On the Internet, I posted missed Mussi ads on various lost pet sites.
I started receiving emails from people who identified with my pain, and tried to give advice. Some mentioned to intensify the search after midnight, others insisted that I should not give up hope because they lost their cats until the year, and then reunited again. One person even offered to come to the rescue at night or during non-working hours.
The lady of the five quarters nicknamed: "Do not tell anyone, but I korsh foxes at night." I said that I would not say a word and that she should continue. It seems that over the past few nights the cat has shared with the fox chicken leg, which she threw out the window. In fact, the cat was faster than the fox, and received its share early on. The lady insured that the fox thief was my cat. I agreed to check it out. She promised to call the same night immediately after dropping the chicken on the street. She did. I immediately left my house to see the stage for myself. And indeed, the cat appeared just five minutes after the chicken went to the feast. But it was not my kitty - again! But now I was an insider of the fox conspiracy!
I contacted another communicator animal somewhere in Nevada. She tuned in and stunned the map of my neighborhood. She claimed that the neighbor was holding the owner Mussi and that I should launch an attack on this house. She was sure. I got the binoculars, sat in the bushes at night and stunned the area. No cat. I even put the pilots in all the mailboxes belonging to this building, rang a few doorbells and asked, but nothing.
More calls have come. The clerk, who worked in a nearby company, said: "Oh, your cat has been visiting us for several weeks, I will send you a photo." I got a photo. On the table stood a pleasant, completely happy tabby. Although he looked similar, it was not Mussi. I thanked him and felt that he was glad that the long tiger was not my cat. Looks like he liked this tabby, who visited him during the day for the game.
I decided to punish my luck and contacted Joseph McMonegle, a super famous remote viewer who had worked in the US Army for twenty years, remotely looking through secret military buildings, equipment and people. After his stay in the army, he became famous for remote viewing for corporations or lived on Japanese television. Joe wrote some great best-selling books on the subject and was a rock star in the "psychic spy." I met Joe several times in Virginia and decided to ask for help. A regular session with him usually cost thousands of dollars, but he was kind enough to provide a drawing indicating the whereabouts of the cat. I explored a specific area, but could not find anything like Moussi. I put out more flyers in the marked area, which led to several calls of cat observations, but nothing serious. Cat as a goal seems much more complicated than a man or a car.
The cat that stretched out on the clerk’s desk again told me a member of the local football club. He called and said: "I found your cat and keep it in our club." I ran there and saw that the same tabby was stretched out on the floor, watching football with a guy. What a funny sight. This cat is seriously bypassed. I thanked them for their efforts and left, sad. Almost four weeks passed, and I began to lose hope.
This famous tabby was reported for the third time to a beautiful woman about a mile from my home. He invaded the balcony and brave an ominous look at her covered kitten.
But where in the world was my tabby?
Then I got a call from many quarters in the middle of the night on one Friday. The pair captured tabby, sent a blurry picture that left too much room for interpretation. So, again, I drove there to check, and, of course, it was not Mussi. But I had to follow these conclusions to be sure.
Another neighbor, an old woman, called me twice to swear allegiance and promised to turn all the rocks in the neighborhood. She noticed the tabby and just needed a color picture to confirm which one is mine. I gladly provided her with a photo. The lady retired and spent the whole day walking around the neighborhood. Unfortunately, she never reported on the "correct" tabby.
By now, the whole area has been involved in the search, and people have really talked. The community again became a real community because of Mussi. Everyone was in the mission to restore the sweet little fluffy creature.
I hired another recommended animal communicator. What did I have to lose? His results did not impress me. He pointed to a park-like area covered with trees, and insured a cat there. The houses behind this area turned out to be another target for him. A long time ago I put leaflets all over the area. However, I again ventured there to check and find mezi-like fur on the field. It looked like a cat fox fight. My heart sank to the ground. I thought, of course, the fox took and devoured him. My mother agreed with my suspicion. But who really knew? Sure thing - this animal communicator made me another $ 175 - for nothing.
Another “pet detector” from Los Angeles, which works on donations, suggested that Mussi is near the same area. Since she seems to combine her usual sense of finding a cat with psychic intuition, she recommended sitting next to this area with a book, as cats supposedly go out when silence is being read. Although this may work for other cats, I knew that Mussi would come immediately if he noticed me. She further recommended putting out “fish trails” from all sides to my house. Presumably, some of her clients returned their missing cats with this tactic. When I left no stone unturned, I mixed up the cat food with fish sauce and pulled it from all sides onto my deck. After a while, I found a few confused cats sitting on or near the path, and I liked quite a few cat visitors on my deck. Confused cats looked at me with disbelief. They asked: "Are you crazy?" Well, eh? I began to believe myself that I had gone over the edge.
A young woman named Kerstin contacted me (she saw my posters) and insisted that she not help me in my search. So, one Sunday she came to my house, and once again we looked around the whole area. Once again we returned empty-handed. She volunteered to print Mussi's colorful pictures and stretch them next door (my flyers were black and white). Then she offered to help me in my search and stayed in touch. I really appreciated the help and more and more amazed by the community and the wonderful people in it.
Moussi has been missing for a month and a half, and my hope for a successful recovery has dropped to the level of the lower level. Which cat will survive for a long time there in the cold or somewhere locked?
While I was still calling from people who noticed tigers under the cars, crossed the road or invited their remnants, I knew that none of them was Mussi. He was in another place. Perhaps he was far away, locked up in prison or dead. I had a dark picture before my eyes. Nevertheless, I still felt him alive, but hardly.
Beginning in April, I felt the need to get away from it all and joined the four-day meditation in Tibetan Buddhism in the Alps. The theme was worthy of “Cleansing” - exactly what the doctor ordered. I plunged into remarkable energy and was able to immerse myself deep in meditation and clean up a lot of impurities from my system. I felt that after four days I lifted the weight from my shoulders and with a new energy went home. Before I left, a friend said: "Now, Susanna, I would be surprised if your cat reappears when your karma has completely changed."
She was right. Before midnight, less than a week after the meditation, on April 11, 2013, I received an email from petlink informing me that Mussi was found. I thought it was a joke. I contacted them immediately and received information about where and with whom to contact for additional data. He got intelligence at an animal hospital in Zurich! I was amazed by this outstanding service. At the same time, a neighbor called me, very early on this notorious Friday morning, telling me about a half-dead cat that she found that night.
A good woman, named Natalie, held her breath as she told how she found Mussi, who seemed to be paralyzed, completely starved and fell in front of her garage. Someone must have put it there and put milk next to him in a bowl. She said that at first she did not know what to do, but immediately went in search of options for saving cats. She called one of the numbers she found, and within an hour, the animal rescue service "Tierrettungsdienst" showed that she had taken a seriously exhausted cat to an animal hospital. Прежде чем они пришли, Натали подошла к одному из моих листовок, чтобы получить имя Мусси. Затем она вернулась к нему и назвала его «Мусси». Он ответил слабым, отчаянным «мяуком». Раньше она никогда не видела животного в такой плохой форме, не в состоянии координировать свои конечности, но все еще жива. Она оставалась и разговаривала с ним больше часа, пока спасатели не показали его в животноводческую больницу в Цюрихе (Tierspital Zurich).
Все, что я мог сделать после того, как услышал, что эта история плачет и лихорадочно пробирается в больницу. Тонкое описание состояния моей кошки оставило меня с небольшой надеждой найти его живым. Слезы скользнули по моим плечам, я не мог контролировать все это. Я позвонил своей семье, чтобы поделиться новостями. Они не могли поцеловать, что Мусси жив. Они были в полном и полном шоке. В больнице Мусси был зарегистрирован как «бездомный кот», но ненадолго. Я боялся и очень хотел увидеть его. Я ожидал худшего. Затем они его купили. Он провел ночь в ОИТ и только что был освобожден. Вот он. Просто мешок с костями, неспособный координировать любые движения, полностью истощенные, все еще в панике - сердечный мучительный взгляд. У меня болело сердце. Я боролся беспощадно. Но Мусси узнал меня. Он вздохнул и попытался поднять голову. Тот факт, что он был освобожден из ОИТ, означает, что он, скорее всего, будет жить как помощник, «незаконно» сказал мне! Ветеринары, однако, были осторожны, давая мне полное заверение, но заявили, что шансы на его выживание были хорошими. Я не мог в это поверить - он будет жить!
Благодаря хорошему соседу, petlink.com, службе спасения животных, моим 200 листовки, которые я опубликовал, и больнице животных, Мусси был жив, и мы были воссоединены.
Но тут же в голову влезли вопросы. Как будет выглядеть его будущее? И где он был? Может ли он оправиться от этого?
По словам Натали, которая нашла Мусси, в ее здании было обнаружено запертое мяуканье. Люди проходили складские помещения в подвале по дороге в апартаменты. Испуганные мяты были бы услышаны. Был ли Мусси заперт в другом здании? Прошел ли он в этот гараж с его последней силой после окончательного освобождения? Возможно, мы никогда не узнаем.
Тем не менее, он, должно быть, получил воду откуда-то, так как в противном случае выживание было бы невозможным. Может быть, он лизнул росу, или дождевая вода могла войти в его тюрьму? Наверняка, у него не было еды в течение двух месяцев, судя по его изможденному состоянию. Два месяца !!
Его ноги были перевязаны, в желудочно-кишечном тракте были добавлены жидкости с интенсивным питанием и много необходимых витаминов. Я сидел там, ошеломленный, уставившись даже на половину кота, которого когда-то был Мусси. Я все еще не мог поверить, что он вернулся и жив. Мне потребовалось несколько дней, чтобы простить это. Некоторое время я страдал от кошмаров о голодающем лагере, в котором он был заперт. Хотя я был очень рад его возвращению, картины его тюрьмы заняли некоторое время, чтобы исчезнуть.
Ветеринары и сотрудники больницы университета в Цюрихе дали Мусси лучший уход! Они были фантастическими! Мусси даже получал ежедневную физическую терапию, чтобы снова заставить свои мышцы и нервы работать. И он хотел жить! Это был самый важный ингредиент. И он ежедневно любил и получал исцеления от многих друзей и семьи.
Худшая проблема заключалась в его тяжелом дефиците тиамина, важного витамина B для кошек. Истощение таких причин - атаксия (потеря или координация), судороги, невозможность поднять голову и подергивание. Мусси страдал от всего вышеперечисленного. B1 или тиамин не хранятся в теле кошки и быстро истощаются. Два месяца голодания привели к серьезному дефициту B1. Капелла помогла бы, но потребовалось время.
Ветеринары и сотрудники недоверчиво покачали головами о выживании Мусси. Они были ошеломлены силой и силой воли этой кошки. Им пришлось признать, что они никогда раньше не видели такого дела, как он.
Каждый день я посещал американскую больницу в больнице. В течение пяти дней он был слишком безразличным и измученным, чтобы заметить вокруг себя много. Он просто спал. Любые попытки с его стороны попытаться отойти от отказа в припадках, подобных нападениям, что оставило его разочарованным.
Многие, много друзей, энергии и пранические целители, мастера Рейки продолжали посылать энергию исцеления Мусси и тем самым ускорили его выздоровление. Эти замечательные люди помогали в поисках Мусси все время. Возможно, именно эти чудотворцы помогли Мусси выжить в течение двух месяцев в темном подвале? Может быть, энергия Прани удерживала его в живых, когда мы продолжали отправлять его все это время, когда он тоже отсутствовал. Я глубоко благодарен всем, кто помогал и поддерживал поиск и восстановление, в духе, мысленно, физически или энергично.
Спустя одну неделю летаргия Мусси немного поднялась, и голова его тоже. Он мог наклонить голову из стороны в сторону, и его глаза следовали за мной медленно, но любопытно. На следующий день Мусси встал на бритый (чтобы вставить IV), тощие ноги и прижал его к моей царапающей руке. "Вау!" Я в изумлении сражался. Мусси вернулся!
Мусси встал и обошел всю комнату только через две недели в больнице! Какой невероятный кот. Когда он прибыл 11 апреля 2013 года, ветеринары считали его больше в Нирване, чем здесь, на Земле. И только две недели спустя чикагский котенок вернулся на лапы!
Примерно в то же время у меня была долгая дискуссия с одним из дружелюбных ветеринаров в больнице. Он быстро поправлялся, сказал он, необычно быстро. Сотрудники больницы знали Мусси как Чудо Мусси, настоящего героя. Хотя, он перенес несколько неудач, таких как воспаление, переутомление поджелудочной железы или низкий уровень эритроцитов, ничто не могло остановить Mussi сейчас от полного возвращения. Он был настроен вернуться домой и вернуть свою старую, сладкую жизнь. Так он и сделал, 3 мая 2013 года - Мусси приехал домой.
Спасибо, Tierspital!
Спасибо, Tierrettungsdienst!
Спасибо, petlink
Спасибо, сосед!
Спасибо, целители, семья и друзья!
