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Oh, Woe is me….


This will be my last post for a while.

My Dell laptop is sick. She has been through home testing with Dell agents and the decision was made she needs a hospital visit.

My hope was a new adapter would aid in the charge recovering to 100% but of course that didn’t happen. Now the doctor believes the motherboard is suffering and may need surgery.

As soon as I received this heartbreaking news, WITHDRAWAL SET IN LIKE MAXI POUNCING ON A MOUSE.

My beloved laptop is sitting on my lap as I type this post. The people at Dell have no idea what it will be like for us to be apart; and possibly a few weeks. Besides the many uses she offers I simply cannot write/blog on my phone or Mark’s ipad. At least they are substitutes to some degree until she returns.

I don’t believe in coincidences but after not feeling like writing this book I am supposing to be writing for the last year, I began to do so a week  or so ago. And then…..that was when I noticed it wasn’t charging completely. Hhhhhhhmmmmmmmm……….

However there may be a slight silver lining. God may be allowing us to be apart to break my addiction?

What is the saying, “you never know what you miss until you don’t have it?”

In that line of thinking I impose the great writer, the Apostle Paul.

I have had a picture in my mind of him sitting at an ancient desk in the middle of a prison writing the gospels. With his parchment paper, quill pen and ink jar he wrote some of the greatest books ever written.

He didn’t know what computers were. Nor pens and paper as we have today. Forget erasers or whiteout; he didn’t even have electricity for lighting. God supplied what he needed to pursue writing words that have survived centuries.

He probably didn’t miss what he never had. How can one miss what doesn’t exist?

Yet he managed to compose the Holy Spirit’s words in the simplest forms. I wonder if he had any idea of the magnitude of his prison sentence.

What appeared to be horrible conditions kept him in one place, under one roof without distractions to perform God’s will on earth. And without a Dell.

“I will be back.”



Feline Fever

The last 2 days were detoured by our precious cat. She started doing some strange coughing, and her meows were sounding like a kitty in real pain. Her dreariness and all of sudden loss of appetite warranted a trip to the dreaded Vet.

At almost 11 years old she knows what it means when I pick her up and carry her to the car.  The open carrier in the back seat is the sign to her of the worst place on earth to go.

Normally she begins a “wail” or “whine” before she fights me with her claws as I have to force her in to this prison for animals. However, her very sore throat allowed for the most pitiful sounds I have ever heard coming from her usual big mouth. She must have felt so bad she clawed the top of the carrier in an effort to stop this meeting where other strange cats and dogs end up in the same room with her.

Her determination not to attend this visit was worse than most. Finally I pushed her into the cat carrier but not before she showed me her sharp teeth which were ready to bite off the hand that feeds her.

As soon as the doctor checked her he gave her two shots; one for pain and the other was an antibiotic. The pain meds kicked in quickly but she was so exhausted she laid on the table with her head and little body as close to me as she could get.

The ferocious feline had suddenly become a very frightened little kitten who didn’t want the hand that feeds her to leave her alone for a second.

On the way home it hit me this must be the way God feels about us, his children.

We do what we can to claim our independence from the Creator of the Universe while he is doing what he thinks is best for us by getting our attention even if it hurts.

Trying to explain to a 10 year old, once feral cat she needs medicine is like God giving us his “book of life” that we place between two bookends, forgotten and unopened.

Her stubbornness to keep from getting what she needed is a reminder of how we fight God as he patiently waits for us to desire to seek him of our own accord.

But, like a ferocious feline as soon as fear sets in, we search for a Cross on a hill where we can fall into the arms of the one who created us.

Romans 8:15 “For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, “Abba, Father.”



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What goes around…ends up next door?

Life is funny.

A few years back one of our neighbors wanted to kill our cat. Skirting the details I will suffice it to say due to circumstances out of their control it was an unaccomplished threat. Never mind they were breaking the law and no one told them, but they don’t hesitate to accuse others who are.

Believing God works in mysterious ways is not a jibe here, but after 2 years of repeated acts of hate towards us, they now have another problem. And it isn’t our cat.

“It just so happens” their next door neighbor got a new dog back a few months ago.  Until recently, it wasn’t that noticeable when she let the dog out in the backyard in a little fenced in area. Now that the weather is warmer and windows come flying open the entire neighborhood knows when the little pooch is outside.12256194845o1eV5

The sound of a wailing child loudly reverberates down the street. His moaning and groaning is nauseatingly annoying. Over and over he cries wanting back in until his howl or yowl becomes a lamenting whine. This little pup is not happy alone in the back yard.

Wearing himself out, he stops periodically to rest his pathetic voice. Once revived he begins whimpering. The whimpering soon grows into what I would label as a “sobbing dog.”

He stays until he has relieved himself; however long that may take.

The owner is oblivious to this “canine rant” or maybe is just hard of hearing.

Knowing the conversations we have had about this pitiful creature I can only imagine what the “cat killers” must think. The screened in back porch they relax in has a direct view to the dog pen and is in very close range to hear his sniveling yelps.

I wonder if they will confront this pup’s owner for disturbing their peace.

Some people are born grumpy.

Sadly, they never grow out of it.

It must be exhausting searching for everyday wrongs done by others so grouches can uphold their reputation.

During this attack, I began praying for them. Sure, I asked God to protect our cat, but their souls are hurt and damaged.

God has shown me when I pray for those who seek to persecute, hate or lash out, he changes my heart towards them. He discloses the need, pain and misery others may be experiencing so that I may be able to view them as he does. Doing so, eliminates the assault and whether they are at peace with me or not, I am at peace with them.

His compassion for them rubs off on me resulting in separating the sin from the sinner.

Without them ever knowing it, God intervenes to soften their hearts as prayer is continued to bring them to the Cross of Christ.

During this process, God sanctions behind the scenes miracles for the prayer soldier.



Like eradicating the initial reason the attack was made to begin with.

In our case, God used other means to remove their animosity towards our furry feline.


Articles from some blogging friends….





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“Raindrops Keep Falling on her Head”

Outside door # 1 it is raining. Outside door #2 it is raining. However the cat doesn’t understand why it is raining behind both doors.

After her long morning nap, she makes a pit stop at her food bowl for a snack. Once done, she sits in front of me with those beautiful green eyes wanting to go outside door # 1. As she hits the back steps raindrops start dropping on her little sweet head.



Not long after that, she is climbing the door wanting back in. Cleaning the moistened drops off of her fur she looks at me once again heading for door #2.

The repeated conversation I have had with her over and over is that the rain is outside door #1 and door # 2. She ignores my attempt to explain the weather and scampers out.

Jumping to the steps and onto the sidewalk, she is quick to notice raindrops dropping on her head again. But why she meowwwwwwssss?

Her tiny, pea-brain believes the climate is different out front from the back. Try explaining that to a cat. She remains hopeful it will change.

Her thinking isn’t that much different than ours. How many times do we find ourselves repeating habits hoping for a new outcome?

“They” the people who seem to know says it takes us humans 21 times duplicating the same habit over before we can break it. How exhausting.

A habit by definition is a “behavior, tendency or frequent repetition or exposure performed regularly until it becomes involuntary.”

“Habits” in and of themselves have been given a “bad rap.” Automatically we assume habits are evil or wrong.

Sleeping 8 hours a night is a good habit.

Smoking is a bad habit because it is harmful to our bodies.

Eating your vegetables is a good habit.

Watching too much TV is a bad habit.

Gossiping can become a bad habit.

Spending too much time on your laptop is a bad habit…..ugh…..

Pathological lying is a very bad habit.

Drinking a soft drink everyday is a bad habit.

Feeding your cat everyday is a must.

Indulging in a chocolate bar everyday can become habitual unless you do it for recreational purposes like playing tennis and you need that boost of energy.  For the record a Snickers bar will do the trick.

Reading the Bible everyday is a good habit.

Wait, what was that last one?


But isn’t that legalistic? Does God want us to spend time with him out of habit?

No…..but what may start out as a planned habit to be with him may turn out to be a joy, comfort and peace.

Psalm 119:105 “Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path.”

Some habits are worth forming. The onset may be a humble and upright goal; to perform a task as it were to eventually become the highlight of your day. Or that one thing you simply cannot live without.

At least that is how it started years ago with me. Now, reading the Bible, praying and spending time alone in the morning with God is the one thing I can’t live without. My day is complete and instead of getting a boost from a chocolate bar, his words fill me up.

Now, no longer a habit, God is my goal and purpose.

Jesus is the center and everything else falls into place around him.

Now if I can just get Maxi to understand why raindrops fall on her head behind both doors……nah…….





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There is No War on My Cat

Reading the news lately the shock of discovering there is a war on our “furry felines” of course routed my attention immediately.

The following article http://news.yahoo.com/staggering-stats-cats-kill-billions-animals-162839117.html gives statistics involving the hunting/killing of birds and mammals by our ever-loving feline friends.

At least we are not New Zealand who recently posted a ban on cats!


An environmentalist, Gareth Morgan in New Zealand decided cats are killing native birds. In an effort to rid New Zealander’s from their prize kitties he suggested;Maxicat 011

  1. Euthanizing them is not necessary but an option
  2. Neuter them and do not replace them when they die
  3. Keep all cats indoors
  4. Make registration mandatory

What? Who is this guy? He should be flogged and hung out to dry.

Seems he has managed to dip out of sight after his declaration of “natural born killers” on the loose. New Zealand is one of the largest cat owner countries in the world.70% of the cat owners there disagree with his absurd and foolheaded assertion. He is fortunate at this point he doesn’t live anywhere near me.

So now this has spread to the United States where our precious pets of the feline nature are blamed for killing billions of animals a year. Had my Maxicat not “killed” for her food the first year of her life because she was feral, she wouldn’t be with me today.

A study done showed most cats who are pets kill between 4-18 birds a year and between 8 and 21 small animals a year. Out of 84 million owned cats, the majority are given the option to go outdoors to perform their so-called dastardly deeds upon the helpless targets of attacks. Enter at this point; what about the dogs who kill cats?

The majority of “bird killing cats” are feral. So why are they picking on our pets?

In my neighborhood alone are many feral felines running around. These wild kitties are homeless and in need of love so they struggle to survive on their own.

Last spring I wrote a blog about 2 Mockingbirds who graced a tree in our front yard with a nest. We lived here first but try explaining that to a mean, noisy Mockingbird who decided he ruled this roost. Stepping outside on the front porch was a dangerous move for any human and especially Maxi.

“Daddy Mockingbird” attempted over and over to swoop down and peck us on our heads to inform us we were not wanted. As a “father bird” he was instinctively doing what father’s do; protecting his eggs from the undesirables of the world.

Waking up on a warm spring morning, I made my coffee and peered out the back door looking for the cat. Only Maxi wasn’t present.  But she had definitely been there. My guess was the “mom and daddy Mockingbird’s” tried pecking her on the head a little too close and well, let’s just say she got the best of them.

If you want to get rid of mice, rats or moles get a cat. Maxi has quite a resume of taking care of those varmints around here.

A final note made in the study found that removing cats from the outdoors might have a negative impact on the ecosystem. Also noted was cats are a checkpoint for preserving certain species of birds and mammals from other prey.

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Does your Cat listen to you?

Taking care of a wounded cat is comparable to that of a very small child.cat

48 hours after a rush to the hospital with a swollen, bloody face she thinks she is ready for another round with the “neighborhood bullies.”

I have no desire for another emergency trip to the doctor.

Doctor’s orders were to keep her inside at least for a few days. She evidently didn’t understand that order very well. She is feeling better now so why not go outside and play?

Standing in the doorway for the 3rd time, with her sad, swollen eye, she whimpers and gazes at me like a little girl who has been told to sit in the corner for being bad.

How do you tell a 10 year old, ex –feral feline she can’t go romp around in the cold?

Since I am not giving in to her simplistic intimidation she scurries upstairs where my husband is and screams at him.

While at the Vet I met their “clinic cat.” You know the stray that lives there. This particular feline had 3 legs. They found her on the side of a road after getting hit by a car. Her leg was so torn up the doctor couldn’t save it so he had to amputate it. The assistant told me within 24 hours of her surgery she was walking around without any notice she had lost a leg. I watched this cat run up and down the hall falling and getting right back up. In her mind, she was not handicapped.

Cats are resilient creatures. Ours is extremely healthy, but her “9 lives” were used up a long time ago. Her adventures and curiosity have brought her close to death, but the ability to bounce back quickly is a stunning characteristic.

But, they do feel emotions, pain and love just like humans.

As she has been recovering, it is apparent her need of companionship, care and concern for her plight.  Her comfort zone of our warm blankets becomes her bed of refuge. While I sit on the couch with this laptop, she walks right over the keyboard to lie down beside me. If I didn’t know better I would say she is jealous.

God made mankind in his image which is built on love. The core of life is this one emotion he granted to us to reciprocate with him.

Certain animals operate from this same love. Dogs are loyal, protective, and “man’s best friend.” Cats are singularly individualistic but show love by a nudge against your leg, a tail straight up in the air or the “purr” giving off an heir of complete peace.

God must have known we could learn a few good lessons from our furry friends. They fill our lives with joy, fun, laughter, responsibility, and notably companionship. They may have their own ways of “expressing themselves” but often they are better at it than we are. Obstacles of impression or modesty do not exist in their efforts to reveal their heartfelt emotions. Their innocence is spotless and simplicity of life is their breadwinner.

Proverbs 12:10 “A righteous man cares for the needs of his animals.”


That is God’s ordaining message to us. We are to treat animals with care and love. In return is a blessing of camaraderie we do not have with humans.

I have found sometimes I would rather be with my cat than other people! LOL!

Our Maxi under the tree

Our Maxi under the tree





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Born a Cat, Always a Cat

It’s hard to believe such a sweet, innocent feline as you see in her picture may not be so sweet and innocent after all.

Maximus Decimus Meridius
Better known as Maxicat

Yes, she is the family pet.

Yes, she allows us to live in her house.

Yes, she is still quite spunky for her age.

Proverbs 12:10 “Good people take care of their animals, but wicked people are cruel to theirs.”

The routine here at our house begins at 5am. Not me, my husband.
Like the “farmer” that he is, he gets up at the crack of dawn as if to go and feed the imaginary cows and chickens.

I can’t imagine getting up at such an indecent hour; much less function.
However, his ritual includes unloading the dishwasher if needed, (I know, I think I will keep him) and making a delicious pot of Java.

As he drinks a few cups of coffee, he indulges in the latest news to wake up before getting ready for work.

Only the morning of Tuesday, August 13th began far from his traditional protocol.

Believing the cat wasn’t quite up to par from her allergy issue was a joke.   I guess when it comes to feeding the family she was going to perform her duties.

I must interject here that my husband and the cat are on “tolerant” terms with each other. The love lost between the two is lost. As long as he fills in where I don’t, she is happy.

Finding out her extravaganza when he came home from work later that afternoon went something like this.

He gets up, makes the coffee and walks into the den to watch the news only to discover behind the couch was a headless, legless bird. The remaining corpse was surrounded by feathers spread out on the carpet; and one wing was, well lets’ just say it wasn’t all there.

As he turned toward the back door he noticed the cat sprawled out, hanging
over the end of the blue chair staring at him with those big, green beautiful eyes of hers.
She gave him a gaze of “aren’t you glad I brought breakfast?”

Proud of her achievements, he had some not so nice words for her and she began whining for her morning tuna.
Not sure he gave her any, but began the tedious
and disgusting task of cleaning up the nasty mess.

Placing this ordeal in perspective, she had to have gone to rather a great amount of effort to bring the “dead corpse” in the house. The back mesh screen is not one she enjoys going through but will if she wants in bad enough. She must have wanted us to celebrate her awesome catch of the day.

Reading up on cats and their behavior, I will remind you of the reasons cats hunt and bring the dead carcasses to their owners.

  1. Cats are showing their appreciation for all you do.
  2. Cats believe we are stupid and don’t know how to hunt so they show us how.

We have yet to figure out what her reasons are for the many presents she has brought us over the years, but whatever they are my husband says,

“She is just doing what cats do.” (His obvious dissatisfaction with her attempt to decorate the den with a dead bird at 5 am wasn’t the time for her to do what she does.)

Just as he said, cats do what cats do. God created her to hunt and feed her family.

Born in the wild she is notably talented in this field sport especially as small and aged as she is now.

Instinctively she knows her calling on earth. She didn’t have to ask God what to do with her life; she just knew.

Wouldn’t it be nice if it were that easy for us humans? Be born and hunt. Be born and sing. Be born and preach. Be born and be the next President?

No, we have the opportunity to get to know the Creator of the Universe, one on one to find out what he would have us do. Quite the honor and privilege don’t you think?

One more note.

I hesitated to ask my husband if he knew where the birds head and legs were. He responded,

“Why don’t you look under the couch?”




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The Cat’s Claws

Chilean Mockingbird (Mimus thenca)

Chilean Mockingbird (Mimus thenca) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

She finally did it. This morning I woke up to two dead mockingbirds in the back yard. Not 1, but 2. Most likely the two that have “mocked” our cat for weeks and they must have gotten too close….

Swooping up and down over the cat for sleeping in her own yard, these birds had become annoying.  She patiently waited for the moment of revenge and got it.

Whenever we walked outside, these birds let us know we were not welcomed. I kept yelling at them repeatedly informing them they were in my yard not theirs!

Maxi is 10 years old, but evidently quite spry for her age. These two birds should have known better than to continue their assault upon her. In the end she revealed who was boss.

The Killer Cat

Like some people I know, Mockingbirds mock. As I have written in past posts, in case you haven’t figured it out I don’t like them. Being the animal lover that I am, these fowl are just that; fowl……

My confession here lies I was not sorry she used her “hunting skills” on two such adversaries. Had it been another species of birds I would have scolded her. Not that she would have understood or retracted her proud authority of ageless accomplishments.

Another confession and I hope many of you would follow along here, I can think of people I would like to sick my cat on. The stage of “bullying” or society “caste system” is out of control. Unlike her, I can’t go around attacking the enemies of our jungle by swatting them with my claws, pulling out their feathers and leaving them for dead on the door step. Maybe I should let her do that.

Anyway, this is where I have to change my attitude about enemies. You know the Bible tells us to “love our enemies.”  Those mockers, betrayers and backstabbing gossipers whose lives are so empty they get their “kicks” by fueling the fires of low self esteem in others they are threatened by.

Proverbs 11:13 “A gossip betrays a confidence, but a trustworthy man keeps a secret.”

So, if you think about it, how can you consider them opponents, traitors or slanderers?

People who bully or “kick you when you are already down” are their own worst enemies. These insolent pests are fighting battles within they can’t win. Besides making fools of themselves, slanderers, etc. are slowly falling off a cliff they created on their own. Deep inside their plagued hearts is a willingness to hit the other cheek as often as possible unaware the ground beneath the cliff is their demise waiting to happen.

The outer covering of the tormentor is thin and unstable. Waiting for a fight, the words “turn the other cheek” and walk away disturbs that inner frustration and anger. It is not what they want.  Fighting is their means of gaining strength and power or so they believe.  The enemy of keeping our mouths shut triggers a force of willpower they long to possess.


Proverbs 10:8 “The wise in heart accept commands, but a chattering fool comes to ruin.”

Silence can be golden when used properly.

Silence can be the tool to reach a hardened heart waiting to be softened.

Silence represents that which is unleashed self control and love.

Silence gives God time and space to accomplish what humans can’t.

In other words, keep your mouth shut and allow the Holy Spirit to do the talking for you.

Proverbs 14: 3 “A fool’s mouth lashes out with pride, but the lips of the wise protect them.”





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OH! What a DAY!

Not only did I find out my car is in need of $700.00 repair I have been limping around all week on a Sprained Foot arch!

Guess where I got the sprain? From chasing the cat who was chasing the rat!



The Intruder

The latest in our household is how much our cat loves my husband.

He is usually up at 5 am, makes coffee, unloads the dishwasher if needed (yes he does that!) and relaxes with a few cups of java and the news before going to work.

Only this morning there was no relaxing. This girl as I have written before is not a morning person. By that I mean I am not up at 5 am like he is!

He comes to tell me good bye along with this morning’s antics. Evidently the cat has mastered coming in through the Magic Mesh while holding a rather large rat in her mouth.

She has a grip on the rat as Mark walked in the room. Once she saw him she dropped the rat and meowwwwweeeddddd….like she was informing him of her great catch! The rat of course has a moment of freedom and takes off running.

My husband is very good at catching her gifts after a few summers ago it was a daily adventure.  Later, once I was up it was obvious he had chased the thief by closing doors, rolling up the carpet runner, moving pictures, and leaving debris around the house.

Sweet Maxicat

Folks, this is not the end of this story.

Thinking he had caught the rat and shown him the trash can I left the back door cracked open in case she wanted back in. At that moment I saw her charging toward the steps and the door chasing this huge, fat rat in the house! I slammed the door shut just in time to prevent either of them from coming in. She then continued to chase him around the yard. When I didn’t see her, I went out and she had cornered the exhausted creature. Grabbing her by the neck I put her in the house and shut the door.

Searching for him myself he wasn’t as tired as I thought he would be. Chasing him back and forth hoping to get him out of the yard and give him his freedom, he stupidly hid where I couldn’t reach him.

As for the cat she has slept peacefully after her morning hunting season.  I read recently cats leave their precious catch on the back door step or in our case in the den for 2 reasons:

  1. As a gift of their appreciation for our love and affection for them.
  2. They believe we are lousy at hunting so in an effort to teach us their great capabilities they bestow their gifts on our doorsteps.

The poor rat wanted no part of intruding our home. With no time to decide, he just had to run. Where he ended up didn’t matter as long as he evaded the arch enemy.

Aren’t humans like that? Often we run from who knows what we think is chasing us to a hiding place just for safety.

The key is to know our enemy, how to prevent a hostile takeover and who is really in charge.

Like the scared rat, we find ourselves in a bigger mess or the hiding place isn’t all it was cracked up to be. Escaping may be worse than what we thought was chasing us.

1. The first course of action is to understand your leader and his orders. (God) Ephesians 6:13-15 “Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand.  Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace.”

2. Follow the leader’s guidelines to implement a plan of attack and/or escape. Ephesians 6:16 “In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one.”

3. Fill up on the right ammunition. Ephesians 6:17-18 “Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests.”

So, are you going to be ready the next time a rat shows up at your door?

The Feline Maximus Decimus Meridius
The Great Hunter





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