I know I’ve been quiet lately. I should take the rest of the month off from the online world…but I’d miss y’all too much. So, instead, I’ll blog sporadically, without brilliant ideas or deep, thought-provoking posts…if that’s ever what any of them were to begin with.
So, what I have I been doing lately, instead of blogging?
I’ve been enjoying being bewitched by kittens, along with the rest of my family.
They are so stinking cute we just can’t stand it. We have two “perchers” – they love to climb up on things. “Things” include us. They both love shoulders, whether those shoulders be close to the ground…
…or very far from it.
They get along great with each other now. They run and play, tearing through the house and pouncing on each other. It’s hilarious to watch. Luna, who was a feral kitten, has gotten totally comfortable with us, too. And, she’s climbed the Christmas tree three or four times. It’s cute right now, though I’m guessing it won’t be next year.
We’ve been doing a lot of what I’ve termed “dog therapy.” This is where a kitty and I sit as close to the dogs as possible and see how far we can get from growling, hissing, and spitting.
The dogs have done great with the kittens. I guess they were so used to Gus that another cat doesn’t bother them. Lily, the calico, has done pretty well with the dogs. She actually laid on the bed with Peanut Sunday night.
Luna, the tortoiseshell, was doing fair with them – they could come close to her on her turf (the bathroom where the kittens sleep at night) and she would just watch them closely and cautiously.
Then, Penny came up on her unexpectedly in the living room and Luna spit at Penny. I’ve decided that spitting must be a highly offensive word in pet-language because it sets Penny off. The same thing happened with Gus. Barking, hissing, and chaos ensued.
I’ve put up a baby gate to keep the dogs confined to the upstairs while the cats are loose downstairs. They can all see each other, but can’t get too close. It seems to be helping. Maybe.
We’ve also been volunteering at the animal shelter, which Megan loves. Walking dogs is her favorite thing to do and she has a strong preference for the pit bulls or any mix thereof. I think she’s watched too many episodes of Pit Bulls and Parolees. I have to say, though, they’re great dogs.
Her favorite, Buddy, who we walked the first Friday we volunteered, got adopted before we were able to go back last Friday. Megan was so sad that she didn’t get to see him again, but happy for Buddy that he found a family. She quickly chose Red (above) as her new favorite.
I mentioned on my Facebook page that I wasn’t sure that volunteering at the animal shelter really qualified as “community service,” since we weren’t really helping people – though the dogs love being out of their pens for awhile. I loved one of my Facebook friends’ responses. She pointed out that it’s a huge help to the overworked staff.
I’ve found that to be true. The shelter at which we’ve been volunteering is a small, older one. I didn’t really expect it to be very busy or have very many dogs and cats, but it is so full of animals right now and I’ve yet to be in the office when the phone wasn’t ringing off the hook or there weren’t a dozen people coming in and out for something.
I also spent a little time Christmas shopping yesterday. I had ordered a few things online, but the kids needed to shop for cousins and each other. Brian was off yesterday, so we went to – where else? – Chick-Fil-A before heading off in opposite directions.
Brian took Brianna so she could shop for Josh and Megan. I took them, so they could shop for their cousins and each other. Since it was early in the week, it really wasn’t terribly crowded, so shopping went a little better than I expected.
While we were at Chick-Fil-A, I happened to notice that Dan Cathy had signed one of the pictures on the wall. Of course, I had to snap a picture of that. The scripture reference is Ephesians 2:10.
And, of course, I’ve spent a lot of time praying for those affected by the shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary. My mind cannot fathom the pain of those who lost children, siblings, wives, mothers, and spouses.
I keep trying to understand why someone would do such a horrible thing, then, realizing that most of us will never understand why because the normal human mind cannot comprehend that thought process. I include the shooter’s surviving family in my prayers as well because I can no more imagine being in their place than I can imagine being in the place of the families of the 26 victims at the school.
It’s a sad world in which we live. It makes me so thankful for the hope I have in Jesus Christ. A life without that hope seems so sad, dark, and empty to me.
What have you been doing lately?