They don’t ponder if they’re going to communicate
but communicate, they do.
On a pre-dawn walk this week
I saw Matthew and his dog Buddy
I called Buddy’s name
I could see the hello in his eyes
and the rhythmic wag of his tail
“Mrs. S!” he seemed to say
even though his lips did not move at all
When I got home from my walk
My cats communicated with me too
Micah circled my legs and gave me a head bump
Rachael ran toward her momma and “chirped” with her tiny little voice
I don’t think my household could ever be without a pet
we would miss the little signs of love and acceptance shown by them
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Tiger, my dear cat,
where have you gone?
I know that the traveling vet took you away in February,
but I miss you still.
I keep thinking you are coming back.
If I could only see you once more,
I wouldn’t get annoyed at your tapping on my leg
for food handouts.
I wouldn’t care that your back claws dug into my legs
when I was on the computer.
I miss your soft meows answering my questions,
when your mouth moved to speak but nothing came out.
Are you having fun in heaven, catching micies and fishies?
Are you patrolling the grounds up there
like you were a sentry for us in our house?
Our new kitty Rachael is now the watch cat
but please remember, you were the best.
We had a sad day on April 18th, which would have been your 16th birthday.
You are still in our family
and very much loved —
and terribly much missed.
It occurs to me
I could live in a tree
but then I wouldn’t be able to sleep
because the dark outside would be way too deep.
I could live in a rustic cabin
but my conscience would be a’jabbin’
I like to be home for my hubby and cats
at home you can never have too many welcome mats.
I could live anywhere, I guess
but it sure would be a mess
not to have a place I belong to
where I can appreciate the dew
Hope this finds you happily adjusted, wherever you live. 🙂
SUNDAY AFTERNOON AT THE STANTON’S
David had bronchitis and was napping in the chair
and Debbie had reactive asthma, so no, it wasn’t fair.
The two cats always on the bed with her lie,
All afternoon, they sure make time fly by.
Debb was wheezing and thought it was Rachael snoring
but it was her lungs who Debbie they weren’t adoring.
Micah snored too, and so the bedroom was noisy ~
I wonder, could they hear us in Boise?
I have a feeling I’ll be writing more about our cats Micah and Rachael because they’re such a big part of life at the Stanton household…
I’ve only had Micah for approximately four years, and he already has forgotten that he, too, was once a new cat in the household. Back when he arrived, our dear cat Tiger wanted to welcome him. But, being the nervous type, Micah the newcomer is the cat who hissed and growled (out of fear).
He is reticent to give little Rachael a chance, but is getting more accepting. Dave has referred to me as “the cat whisperer” (person who can help or understand animals), but Micah’s situation just needs patience.
Micah now has reacted to his primal instincts – to defend territory – he did not reason like a person can.
But what about people? Do we forget things when dealing with others? I’m referring to a Bible story where a man was forgiven his large debt but then turned around and did not act gracious to the person who owed him money.
Then, there is the story of the lepers. Only one of them, after being healed, came back to thank Jesus.
I’m just wondering if we forget to be thankful or forgive or give grace like we receive it. I know the leper story always got to me; I vowed to not be like the ones who didn’t come back to say thanks.
And as long as we’re on the subject of thanks…thank you to my readers who are ever-loving and affirming and faithful. You make me smile. 🙂
Wow, this is my third post today. I guess I am in what they call “the flow”.
There’s a lot of love for writing and my blog and my WordPress family all around me.
Can you feel it?
I’ve thought up some posts to write,
and I think audience participation would certainly enhance them very much.
So far, you, my family, seem to be a little shy, or busy, or quiet.
You’re bright, humorous, loving, creative, thoughtful people.
How ’bout if you humor me a little and contribute to the fun?
I’ve love to hear answers to the questions if I ask them
or get to know your writing “voice”.
I promise, I won’t force you into anything stupid
I wouldn’t hurt you for the world.
I want to get to know you better,
and to get to know someone better,
I spend time with them.
Will this be a go, I wonder?
Audience participation is optional;
audience participation is really appreciated!
I am actually not a needy person,
but my immediate family is dead and gone,
and I do love people.
I know it just won’t be everyone’s bag, to be so vocal on someone else’s blog,
but that’s the chance I will have to take.
I’ll be posting our first “opportunity” later this week.
Take care till then!
a/k/a/ Mrs. Loaf
From December 4th Daily Prompt: Oasis
A sanctuary is a place you can escape to, to catch your breath and remember who you are. Write about the place you go to when everything is a bit too much.
I go to my living room. Amidst all the water and sea pictures that calm me (as I do love the water very much), I can be still and just BE. I can lie on the couch and see the sky and birds and trees beyond the window. Here is where I relax for a half hour when I get home from work, listening to Enya or classical music – a great time to close my eyes and get back in touch with my feelings, breathe deeply, and just appreciate. If being a cancer survivor taught me anything, it is about the importance of being and being thankful and appreciating life.
Now that it’s Christmas time I turn on the Christmas tree and turn off the other lights; I stare at the different ornaments and think about their collective histories.
My living room echoes the joy that is sometimes there. My husband and I gather there to talk over the day or to pray together. When occasionally I actually have time to read a book, I go to my haven and am surrounded by my cats, purring their acceptance and approval.