Things I’ve been reading…and other kitties…
When I first arrived here in Florida, I knew that I wouldn’t have access to television, as my sister couldn’t afford cable. The condominium community she lives in was purchased by a new owner, who connected cable for all the flats/apartments; of course raising the rent as well. For the first half of my visit …
There’s a security street light that fills our night-time rooms with amber light, leaving no need for a night-lights. Macular Degeneration has made Mom legally blind, and we never know exactly how much she sees. It might be a shadow or colour–like telling me she likes my yellow tee shirt. At night, a little light …
Sunshine…
Sunday was Easter. I missed being home at St. Mary’s Church of England, Langley, to celebrate the annual remembrance of Jesus’s Resurrection from the dead and our salvation. I didn’t attend church here. The richness of worship is minimized when I can’t share it with people with whom I am in relationship. I got sunburned on Sunday. …
Another Visual –Preacher
This is Preacher. He was a feral cat that used to frequent the back yard of my sister’s house. It took two years from the first time my sister saw him to the time she was actually able to pet him. Eventually, his trust in her grew to the point he came into the house–and …
Livia–AKA Little Bit
Little Bit is Grandma’s “Fur-Baby”. She was tiny when they fostered her. Little Bit has to be in the mood for affection. And wouldn’t you just love to run your fingers through her lush tummy fur? Well, one DOES NOT, as Little Bit does not like it. She will bite! But she loves to “knead …
A though from Proverbs about animals
King Solomon wrote in Proverbs 12:10: “The righteous man regardeth the life of his beast; but the tender mercies of the wicked are cruel.” There’s the sound of little feet scampering around as Sissy’s Chihuahua—Hannah—and one of the “Ginger Twins”—Sethra—play. And I smile, because their antics include wrestling, rolling, nipping and licking. Little Bit—a calico …
Syeman–beautiful creature
This is Syeman. He is the first in the family. My Sister got him ten years ago. Syeman can be a bit of a curmudgeon at times. When he doesn’t want to be bothered, a throaty rumble emanates from him as he walks down the hall, hoping to find his favourite hiding place in the …
A mission of mercy
My sister has a way with cats. This is an ironic twist from our childhood days when we thought that cats were definitely not to be had as pets. After all, we were a dog family! I don’t remember the first dog our family had, as I was a baby. There are photographs of my …