I have a friend who claimed to have a psychic link with her cat. Once the cat got herself shut in an empty store, and Karen woke up in the middle of the night, realizing where she was. Another time she had a sense that the cat was about to do something they'd both regret, went out and dragged her away from a skunk's burrow.

My mother always said her grandmother was "fey". She was a little embarassed about it. (She had an odd relationship with that grandmother. She complained about the lady's bad temper, and called her "shanty Irish". But she named my sister for her.) Mother sometimes knew things. We both had a sense that catastrophe was on its way for a couple of months before she was diagnosed with lung cancer.
My foresight tends to be a bit prosaic. I dreamed my car was stopped on a hillside. The next day, there I was on that hillside, stopped, reading a map. (As far as I know I'd never been there before.) I got a sense that I shouldn't walk down a street. I did anyway, since it looked safe. It was except for two kids tossing a football back and forth. They didn't mean to hit me, but I had a headache for 3 days.

The best I've ever done was in 2001, when I got the sense that things would be different after the Ligonier Highland Games. The Games, that year, were on September 8 and you know the rest. But I didn't know what was coming. I wish to heaven I had, I could have done something.