Well, here's for my first ever trip report, and to say the least, I'm completely astonished.

I'm pretty experienced with LSD and magic mushrooms and I handle myself very well even at +++ (maybe I'll type up an experience report of some of the festivals I've gone to)

Anyways, I loaded a pipe up with .17 gs or "enhanced bud" (I used a 2:1ratio so I figure .15 has .1 bud and .05 spice) I lay down in bed and proceed to take some deep breaths before clearing the bowl in two, relatively close together hits.

As I lay there I watch the vibrations change and take note of some auras I see, I try closing my eyes but something in the back of my head tells me to keep them open. I proceed to become completely lost in thought.

Maybe like eight minutes after my first bowl, I decide to pack another .100 to test my tollerance. I clear it in one hit.
Definitely tolerance, but it did bring the effects back significantly

At this point my cat jumps up in bed with me and cuddles up, but runs away again when I go to pet him. I call him am asshole and we proceed to stare at each other for a good there minutes.

I get out of bed to pet him and pick him up, and he meows, he wants treats (he's very smart).

I am tempted to feed him treats but I remember that he hasn't been eating the new dry food I bought him (probably because there's sweet potatoes in it and no junk mmmm)

I go over to his bowl muttering about how he can have treats if he has eaten some food. He has not. He follows me into my bedroom as I scowl at him for not eating, beginning to lecture my cat about how his food is good for him.

He goes over to his bowl. Meows. And then pittifully begins to eat his food.

I couldn't help but give him treats ha-ha.

But really... Did DMT just cause me to be able to communicate with my cat o.o

Communication between animals and humans, especially domesticated pets, seems to me to be based upon empathic sensory observations (!) between the species. The cues aren't so much verbal, and if so only in such a way that meaning is intuited from tone. The larger picture made up of things like stance and movement.

I doubt your cat understood you any better due to you being high, but maybe you grokked him a little better.

Funny story, thanks.

I still choose to believe I communicated with my cat on a higher level

Grok, possibly my favorite word.

My cat always knew what was up. If you were on the way to feed him, even if it was oddly early cause you had to leave, he'd be right there at his food dish waiting. One time I accidentally stepped on his tail and he took a book of mine out of a bookcase, from the top shelf, and tore it up in front of me in what seemed a fit of spite. Funny thing was it was the only book of mine in the whole bookcase.

He could especially tell when I had been smoking cannabis. Always would curl up on me as if he knew that was the place for good vibrations. He just didn't like being smoked around.

Never did psychedelics around him. He died a few years ago and for the last couple years of his life I was living elsewhere. Miss the little bugger, despite being woken up plenty by him trying to sleep on my face.

I have been told stories by friends though of their cats acting very bizarre or in tune on psychs. I even had somebody tell me once of a shroom trip that resulted in a 4 hour conversation with a roach that was given a full name and title by the end of it.

Can't say for sure whether or not they can communicate better while we're looking through the veil or what...But psychs sure can be interesting.

ty for this, props for ur cat! May he eat mooar

Dude, he still isn't eating his new food. I hafta figure something out hees wasting away

My cat was a very picky eatter.

We switched his food once and he had the same issue. At first we mixed what was left of his old food with his new food in lesser and lesser amounts which worked fairly well. Eventually he didn't notice he was eatting the new stuff by itself.

Years later we had to change his food immediately due to a contamination scare with the company that was making his food so we couldn't do what we had done before. The thing we found that worked for us was getting either good canned cat food and mixing it in with the dry and slowly reducing the amount.

On days when we were out of canned food we'd put a couple pieces of chicken skin or pork fat or some of the juices from said meals onto his food and eventually he would eat it without such amendments although it was much harder to wean him off that stuff.

Hahaha funny to find this thread here on the Nexus

My cat is so picky it's a problem. She only eats tuna, haddock, cod and one type of dry food. And I constantly need to be rotating between those. Well actually her favourite is fresh little cute birds And if she doesn't get what she wants from me she will go hunt birds and eat them whole. Only leaves a few feathers

There was this one other dry food she used to eat but then they suddenly stopped selling it at the supermarket and I couldn't find it anywhere. At the end I found one other brand she eats after trying out probably around 10-15 other brands she didn't touch. I had to give all that to friends with cats and they ate all of it without hesitation.

Ohhhhh she can be difficult in other ways too but we love her She's 7 years old now and my daughter is turning 8 and they've always been good friends. They're like sisters. Always had each other

The cat that lives with us is an incarnated feng shui master, I swear. She never fails to make sure the space is clear, always when I'm high though. The amount of times I've been guided to moving things in a certain way she's always sitting there watching me, a stern look on her face until the deed is done. Then she will test the space and find it satisfactory, moving onto the next area or sleeping in a good sunspot that she made sure I left clear.
Also, she will let us know when we need to do laundry by pissing on every article of clothing or towel that is on the ground.
We have a special communication, because she is deaf. I have to be very precise with my body motion in order for her to understand.
Anthropomorphic friends are the best!

Haha..Ive had some serious mind-meld moments with cats on psychs and just being high...They know what's up. I see why the Egyptians held them in such high regard.

I understand what you were saying, while tripping on LSD in a public garden birds were constantly coming up to my partner and I, we were interacting with them in a way that never naturally happens with wild animals. During that time we were both in a state of zen which made me think of the enhanced connection to other souls.

did the lil mafaw start eating his food?