The “psychic” sent me an email about where Bernie could be, but it was basically gibberish. She is so squirrelly that she “forgot” that this was about a cat… after she did the reading, mind you. She says, “Bernadette? It seems to have fallen out of my brain. I forgot what this is about.” Then she wrote back: “The part that I didn’t get for some reason was her name and age. I did the chart based on the picture & the fact that she is your missing cat.” Then she blathered on about doing some other kind of reading and I’ve not heard back since. Which is precisely why I don’t like putting any sort of faith in these squirrelly assed people. When you are desperate for information, don’t expect someone who’s too squirrelly to hold a regular job to help you out. It’s maddening.
I’m having a day and it’s 10:30. Great.