Cats are a freaking riot.
They refuse to come when you call them, or even look at you, for that matter. They do whatever they want to, with nary a thought to anyone else. And they are maniacs, once they start "running with joy" as a good friend of mine calls it, they lose their minds and go completely bananas. Over the tables, across the ceiling, up the drapes...they defy gravity and all laws of social order. You HAVE to love them...or you would never let the little monsters into your home. They exhibit serious catitude.
Wanted to share this with you, as I find it hysterical, and oh-so-true.
The Creation Myth
On the first day of creation, God created the Cat.
On the second day, God created Man, to serve the Cat.
On the third day, God created all the animals of the earth, to serve as potential food for the Cat.
On the fourth day, God created honest toil, so that Man could labor for the good of the Cat.
On the fifth day, God created the sparkle ball, so that the Cat might, or might not, play with it.
On the sixth day, God created veterinary science, to keep the Cat healthy and the man broke.
On the seventh day, God intended to rest, but He had to scoop the litterbox.
And there you have it friends. The truth of life in catdom. Ancient Egyptians once worshipped cats. Cats have never forgotten this.
Tonight, one of our cats put his claws into one of the dogs heads. Right on top. And just held her there and glared at her. It was really funny, except to the dog.
On this note, I am off to bed. Going to visit an old high school friend in the morning and get some sweet potatoes from her (she grows them by the gazillions, apparently). I'm gonna bake a quickie coffee cake or something to take with, and spend a morning chatting and catching up over coffee.
Feeling especially blessed to be looking at my world through a filter of God's love....