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This is wonderful - it never really occurred to me that other children didn't daydream of Jesus. But I'm about to embark on a creative project where we are rewriting Bible stories from other points of view. Anyway, as a happy little girl with an overactive imagination, I was certain that animals could talk, but humans were just too full of sin to hear them. Afterall, Eve did the humans in by tricking Adam, didn't she? Now we can only use 10% of our brains at a time. There goes telekenisis. I day dreamed that I could talk to my cat, and that she could talk directly to Jesus. So we'd be hanging out in the back yard, feeling the cool grass on our backs and the warm sun on our fronts. And Kitty (that was my cat's name) could invite Jesus to come hang out on the grass with us. And he would.We never actually did anything. We didn't fight demons - we just hung out. Sometimes we sang church songs.I think I did this because my parents used to tell me I could talk to God, and I thought they were absolutely mad. In this way, Kitty was my medium. Interesting... now that I think about it.