Can Animal Communicators Really Talk to Animals?

I always wanted to talk to my cat - ask questions and get answers to those questions. Since I never heard more than a meow from my little feline during the whole twelve years she'd been living with me, I wasn't about to start a one-way conversation with her, but when I'd heard about a pet psychic that could communicate with animals, I wanted to take Rhea to her. Before picking up the phone to call for an appointment, I told my boyfriend what I was about to do and asked him if he thought it was a good idea. As he always thought Rhea had intelligence equal to that of a placemat, he told me I would be wasting my time and money because the only sound that would be heard coming from inside my dear cat's head would most likely be -- "Duh". But after a short discussion, we decided (if nothing else) it might be quite entertaining and, thus, made an appointment for the following week.

The day of our appointment, my boyfriend drove Rhea and me to the home of the woman who would tell me what my quiet little kitty was really thinking. She greeted us at the door and, after introducing ourselves, she escorted us to her living room. She asked me if she could hold Rhea, taking her from me and placing her on her lap. I was told I could ask Rhea anything I wanted to know and that she would telepathically communicate my query to her. After asking a few short questions that Rhea answered via the communicator, a moment of silence filled the room. The psychic then announced that my cat was saying, "something about old fuddy-duddy," and that she kept saying, "That old fuddy-duddy - I wish that old fuddy-duddy would leave me alone."

"Do you have an older cat at home?" the psychic asked me. I told her I did, then laughed thinking about Kosmas, the cat Rhea would always run and hide from - the cat she would call old fuddy-duddy if she could speak.

The remainder of the half-hour session was spent with the psychic telling me about Rhea's previous life. To my surprise, she told me Rhea was my daughter during the 1600's and that I was an herbalist at that time. At the end of the session, I paid her the thirty-dollar fee, and then left to go home.