I quit my job to be a pet psychic – I charge people £65 to chat to their animals

THERE’S nothing worse than a sick pet, mainly because there’s no way of them telling you exactly what is wrong.

But Kathryn Knock, 39, from Suffolk, makes a living as a pet psychic after she realised that she could communicate with animals.

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“Looking at the photo of a long-haired grey cat, I got goosebumps as I sensed its fear and hunger.

An image of wooden slats and thick vegetation flashed through my mind.

Despite the cat being 400 miles away in the Netherlands, I was experiencing its emotions and seeing what it could see, all from my home in Norfolk. 

The cat had run away after a traumatic trip to the vet and its owner had contacted me, desperate for my help in finding it.

I described what I’d seen, and she recognised it as a section of fencing at the bottom of her garden.

Moments later, she found the cat in the bushes there.

When people ask what I do, I tell them I’m a real-life Dr Dolittle. It’s the easiest way of explaining that I communicate with animals. 

As a child, I was animal-mad. Growing up near Newmarket, Suffolk, I had cats, dogs and rabbits – and shared a deep bond with all of them.

I adored horses and when I turned 16, my parents bought me my own pony, Henry.

It was with Henry that I first became aware of my intuitive powers. If we were out riding and something spooked him, I’d feel a jolt of fear myself.

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Then in 2001, when I was 17, Henry died from an infection. I was devastated and the loss set me on a path to seeking that special connection we’d had.

I spent my 20s and 30s living an ordinary life. I went to university to do business studies, before embarking on a career in marketing. But I devoted all my spare time to my love of animals. 

I’d spend holidays on a horse farm in Spain, learning about animal body language and tuning in to their feelings – like Bertie, who’d get a stiff leg and mine would ache too, while another horse told me she was sick of me sitting on her!

I can’t explain how I knew what she was thinking, I could simply hear her thoughts.

Alongside my career, I studied animal reiki and also gained qualifications in equine science and complementary therapies for animals.

Over time, my intuition became stronger. I’d walk past a dog and know it was in discomfort because of a sore hip. I’d see the auras of friends’ pets and sense their thoughts. 

At first, I kept my abilities secret for fear people would think I was mad.

Posting anonymously on pet forums, I offered free psychic animal readings. People would send a photo of their pet and I’d communicate with it. I soon realised how accurate I was. 

In 2019, I fell ill with glandular fever followed by chronic fatigue, and when the pandemic hit in 2020, I was off work and shielding.

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For years, I’d contemplated going public to help more animals and their owners.

My ill health, coupled with the pandemic, made me realise life is short. So in June 2021, I enrolled on an online animal communicator course, which cost £495.

To pass, I had to work with several animal experts and tell them things about their pets I couldn’t have known, like where a dog’s lead was in their home.

That summer, I began to promote myself on social media. I’ve since helped countless animals around the world.

I ask owners to tell me the bare minimum and send photos with a plain background, so I have no clues.

I charge £65 for a 45-minute session, but I also work part-time in a museum to help pay my bills. 

Sometimes I’m asked to solve a problem, such as the missing cat in the Netherlands, or an owner is curious about what a pet thinks of a house move, for example.

I was once contacted by the owner of a rescue dog who was terrified of men, possibly due to past abuse.

When the owner’s partner entered the room, the dog would soil itself with fear. I was able to tell the dog he was harmless, and a few hours later the dog lay down beside the man for the first time. 

Then there was the collie who told me his favourite film was Lassie and the tortoise who complained the strawberries his owner gave him were too tart.

My favourite animal to communicate with, though, is my five-year-old terrier Foxy.

We chat about everything, from the weather and where to go on a walk, to her life before I adopted her. In Foxy, I’ve found the soulmate I lost when Henry died.

Most people are fascinated by what I do, but there will always be sceptics. I understand that, but as my clients will confirm, I’m the real Dr Dolittle.” 

For more information, visit Kathrynknock.com.

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