Thirteen-year-old Maxwell, known as Max, was a tuxedo cat. He was a beautifully
blended black and white, with the physique of a chunky farmhouse cat that had
enjoyed many hearty feasts. But his temperament was anything but that.
Max was very nervous and fearful, and his owner wanted to find out why.
When I tuned into Max, he felt like a "cat without a country," –feeling
Ioved by his owner, but not feeling a part of the family; a kind of second class
citizen where other animals in the house had a higher standing and where his
safety and security were compromised.
I got the impression that Max was not sure if his owner was going to keep him
forever, that he feared he could be out on the street at any moment. And to top
it off, he felt he was in danger of being devoured and mutilated by one of the
dogs in the house at any time.
"There's only one safe place for me to go," he said, "under the
bed and against the wall." His owner reported that indeed Max spent
lots of time there.
"I'm being deprived of the soft food I crave because I share a bowl with
another cat on a restricted diet," he told me. "I would like to have
my own bowl, preferable with my name on it."
Additionally, Max wanted a place where he could feel safe from the dogs. In
the past, he showed me that he had been traumatized by a dog chase, and had
witnessed another cat being killed by a dog in the neighborhood. Max did not
trust the canine species, including the ones he lived with, even though they
With mental pictures, I showed Max that the dogs would run away in fear if he
were to scratch their noses with his claw. With pictures of Max standing up for
himself, standing his ground, hissing, and swiping the air with his paw, he
I also wanted Beth to create a place in her house where Max could feel safe.
That meant a room where the dogs were not allowed to go. At the
time, the dogs roamed the house freely and Max was always frightened.
This session produced immediate results for Max. His owner bought him his very
own bowl, and painted his name right on it in big letters. Once that was done,
he ate twice as much food and really enjoyed his own brand of dinner.
The tuxedo cat also came out from under the bed and no longer seemed to be
afraid of the dogs, who stopped chasing him once I relayed the potential for
scratched noses to them.