Kitten Tales

She touches my calf gently.  “Don’t forget…”

I won’t.  As I high power jump my morning with grinding my coffee beans and filling the pot, she reminds me, she is hungry….

We left  these two, we call “our kids,” to do some Thanksgiving travel.  Unforgotten, they were served by the neighbor, but did not become cat-like and ignore us once we arrived back home late Saturday night.  Peppa, the white kittycat (yes, they are still kittens until their birthday March 15), snuggled between us, placing her paw protectively on my cheek (have to laugh at that one).  Ginger, just HAD to be OUT, so we had to open the bathroom window for just a little while, as this is their exit/entrance routine.

Quite honestly, I never thought I’d own another pet.  As lovely as they can be, and for the love they bestow upon us, they do come with a monetary obligation.  As well they come with an emotional one.  My father, who is 87, has had to choose to not have another pet.  Last Christmas he had to put his cat down.  He sleeps with her picture beneath his pillow and kisses it.  We have spoken to him about Peppa, the cat who loves to jump into our arms and hug.  She would do him well, but he feels he cannot meet the obligation.  She will meet his need for a love connection (and yes, I can do this.  I love my cat, but I love my father and am willing to share that love).

I guess, what I am saying, is don’t snub the cat.  Don’t snub the dog.  They are created and just as useful in their own way, to this world.  Even my barn cats have their need for love and compassion, even though they shrink to the idea that I am gentle.  (More on them another writing.)

Take of the Woollybear

The front is big and black, predicts that the early part of winter will be severe. Look out east coast, as the storm rises from the south, working its way up the coast!

America and the War Within Us

We are a nation divided, we are a nation at war.  Not only with the rest of the world, but inside our own world.  We live in a state of anarchy, and everyone appears to do what is right in their own eyes.  The United States of America is apparently in the state of downfall, and her life crumbles before our very eyes.  No one can agree on whether or not there should be gun control, no one can agree on whether or not there should be control on people who need mental health checked.  No one can agree as to whether or not it is okay to let people from the unknown through the door to America anymore, because we do not know the enemy, and we can no longer keep him close.

I have tried myself to get in touch, to make my voice heard by my governing authorities, both Democrat and Republican, and get nowhere.  No one writes back, except for generalizations, no one bothers to call personally.  I will keep trying, but cannot expect much. Would like to, but looking at history, I feel like Eeyore.

Why am I pointing this out?  Because I have been told that if I feel this way, there are at least 100 more out there that feel the same way I do.

I cannot rise above, I can only take care of my immediate world.  This is the task of an oppressed people.  There is a great deal of more oppression out there, I am one of the lucky ones, I grew up in this United States of America.  My heart goes out to the immigrant, I feel bad about not wanting them to come in, but I don’t have the money to take care of them, I can only take care of my own.  Freedom is never free, it is taxed, and We the People are taxed to death.

The voice goes quiet, working out her own salvation.