by Wanda June Hill » Fri Jun 13, 2008 11:14 am
Well, he told about learning to put worms on fish hooks and that he couldn't do it because he could hear them "screaming"- and it made him feel sick. He loved to fish, but learned to use bait hooks (like ocean fishing) that weren't real just looked and moved like it. He said he did a lot of fishing as a kid, they ate so much fish he was sickened by the smell but it was free and all they had sometimes. His mom would cook it differently and made gumbo too...using scrapes of other meats with it.
He also had a report with his dogs, and horses as well. He loved to groom them and ride them... in fact he was very happy spending time cleaning the barn stalls, grooming and talking and singing to his horses.
He said they liked it- and they do- he was a perfectionest with them and their care too... I love that picture of him riding his Walker , sitting up correctly, reins held correctly and a look of sheer joy on his face- he is in heaven...he absolutely loves that horse and riding him. It is so great to see that on his face, that says so much to me as a horse lover too, that he was the same, one of us horse people and he was in heaven on that mount. His favorite one that died while he was on tour and they didn't tell him as he would have been devastated. I bet he was upset that he didn't get told sooner so he could have gone to the horse to be with him at his time of need. I would have been. But Elvis would have probably forgiven them for trying to protect him while he had the shows on his mind etc:.
I would have said, take me to my horse- I'll do the damn show after I see my horse! But I'm not like him, nothing comes between the horses we have and their care and our concern. They are my dependants and as such, they come first. But that's just me.... and my problem, if it is one.
Anyway, thanks for the post and link.
Yes, Elvis did at one time have animals communicate with him and he with them... I don't know how often, but we did talk about it a time or two and he was happy that I too, had some communication with them at times...mostly out of the blue. And that's how he put it, it just came "out of the blue" and I could hear them wanting to talk to me...so I listened."
Right now, we have a momma cat- all black with 3 kittens about 7 weeks old living under our evergreen bushes. There is another momma cat with her who has two abit larger kittens- they seemed to have come here as a group. We are feeding them, have a big cage set up to catch the baby's so we can put them in the cat house where they'll be safe and the mommas' will then come there too. Otherwise we can't touch them as they are afraid. They are eating and playing but we have to keep our dogs reined in as they might hurt them since they "don't belong here" in the dogs way of thinking. I think they are strays from people who moved out of their place a few months ago down the road from us...and the cats have come here as it's safe from coyotes and we have birds and lots of rabbits- we've found several half eaten, now we know why./ Anyway, I didn't want more animals, but Starla said, well I'll have the momma's spayed and the kittens too when old enough and they can just be outside cats like the others we had. So it's her place, she has spoken. She loves cats and can't wait to get her hands on the kittens. They are cute- two matched gray and whites, mostly solid gray and one jet black one like momma. The other cat has longer hair and is gray but her babies are stripped oddly with black and one has brown and black mix like a tortiste shell cat. The are cute and the black momma is friendly, she talks to me when I come with food- and she doesn't run away but sits just out of reach and watches. The kittens come out to look at me too, and they are getting more friendly . As soon as the cat house is cleaned up from the wind storm we had, we'll catch them in the cage and put it in there and the kittens will call mommas to come then we can close the door . It's nice, all heavy screen, windows that open to the ground so they can see out and nothing cana get them as it's wired on the floor and all the oepenings are well closed with wire too. A raccoon used to live in there.
There is a platform about 4 feet high with a big dog house they can go in and climb on and a lot of beds and hanging shelves with beds to lie on and look out the windows and lots of room on the floor which is partly carpeted that we put in for our cats. We had 12 outside cats who lived there when we moved here- they were loose in the day time and came in at night, were fed and locked in to keep them from coyotes who would come right next to the fence and carry on as the cats sat on their shelf and watched them. They soon knew they were safe inside there so they taunted the coytoes...who barked and carried on at them. We have one of those cats left, hes a house cat now and wakes me up at 5 am every morning yellowing for breakfast... he's l4...and was a wild cat when he came to us years back. He's making up for those missed years of sitting on laps and whinning for food etc:... wjh
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Wanda June Hill on Sun Jun 29, 2008 11:33 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Wanda June Hill
author of "We Remember, Elvis" & "Elvis - Face to Face"