Sunshine

Hi, my name is Sunshine.  I'm Mr. Boo's older sister.  Mom turned me onto Reiki long before Mr. Boo came along.  I'm 18 years old and have been living more then comfortably for years with a heart murmur, hyperthyroidism, and kidney disease.  Until recently, I've even been able to stay ahead of Mr. Boo or at least make sharp enough turns to get him off my tail when he decides to tear through the house after me. 

Mom and I have been practicing Reiki together for years.  I have the benefit of her sharing directly with me as well as me parking myself on her or her proxy when she's doing a distance treatment for someone else.  When mom's stressed, I walk over to our Reiki spot and just sit  there to let her know it's time to so some Reiki on herself.  Most of the time she gets it and we both benefit tremendously from treatment.  We have a good understanding and a great relationship.  If mom sees I'm a little "off", sometimes she'll just keep a hand on me through the night and give me Reiki in her sleep.  I've been real lucky to have her take such good care of me all these years and I know when the time comes, it'll be hard for both of us but let me tell you, it has been so worth every single minute. 

When we're not working, I also enjoy being just a cat.  I enjoy napping in the sunshine, drinking from the bathroom faucet and fresh catnip from the Hungry Hound.

Portia & Stinky

I have two cats. Portia is almost 9, Stinky is almost 8. Both lived with me and my daughter Rebecca in our house, and moved with us as we downsized to a townhouse. We have never really been able to figure out who is the “alpha” cat – the girls seem to take turns, depending on the circumstances. Portia is a petite calico cat … a little high strung and territorial. Stinky is a fat and happy tuxedo cat … she has a perpetual look of bewilderment on her face and I am certain sees entities invisible to our human eyes. Stinky follows Portia around, Portia for the most part tolerates Stinky’s adoration and occasionally gives her a loving tongue bath … or a swat to the head, depending on her mood. Rebecca is off to graduate school and living in her own, and until recently in a cat-less apartment. I stayed in the townhouse with the girls, though having met a wonderful man, am slowly moving towards joining our lives and households. He has a dog. A sweet, energetic Labrador mix that absolutely sees cats as moving toys to chase. So while the ideal would be to blend our pet families, it is not a realistic goal (unless the cats wanted to live the rest of their lives permanently under a bed). Rebecca and I discussed the possibility of the girls going to live with her, especially since she did not want to remain cat-less forever. This would keep the cats in the family, give Rebecca cat-company and while I would miss the girls, the best compromise possible if I wanted to continue to grow my relationship with Frank.

Needless to say, it was a very, very, very rocky beginning. Cats, as I have learned, do NOT like any change. Especially going to a much smaller space with a sibling cat that was just tolerated in a familiar space. At the apartment, Stinky wouldn’t come out from under the couch and Portia was sequestered in Rebecca’s bedroom since she hissed and snarled at Stinky every time she saw her! I truly had my doubts about the whether this would work. Rebecca and I were starting to talk about which cat might have to be re-adopted out if they could not arrange a truce between them. Enter Sherri. I shared my cat “issue” with Sherri and asked her to do a distance Reiki session for the cats. Sherri did a double-duty (both cats at once) session and said that she got that they're ready to try and tolerate each other... that it would be much more difficult being separated then having to deal with one another. The next day Stinky threw up on Rebecca’s roommate’s bed during one of her few excursions out from under the couch. I joked that this was her “purging” of what was before they came to Rebecca’s space. In fact, that did seem like a turning point in the cats’ adjustment. I know they’ll never be “best buddies” (at least from our human viewpoint) but they do seem to be settling in. Both girls sleep on Rebecca’s bed with her - Portia at her head, Stinky at her feet, which is how they slept with me. Both cats now have free reign of the apartment and while Portia still growls at Stinky in passing, she is back to her usual level of tolerance. Stinky is once again meowing at entities that no one else can see. I believe Sherri’s energy work helped them shift towards acceptance. I believe she was instrumental in their deciding that a truce was better than being separated. While time may have been enough to bring the cats to acceptance and comfort in their new space with Rebecca, I believe that Sherri’s Reiki healing made a huge difference in the process. Thank you Sherri!

Marcie T.
Somerville, NJ