First of all, thank you to everyone who offered encouragement on my last post. I honestly wrote that as much as a way to give myself that needed kick-in-the-butt to actually talk about Jesus on my blog. God's been giving me that kick for the past several months, and I decided that it was high time I obeyed. My life isn't all about paint chips and hot glue and how we re-plastered a ceiling by ourselves (shudder), but God is amid and among my paint chips and hot glue and even those wretched plaster ceilings, and He has done amazing things in my life, which I hope to share if I'm led to do so.
But for now: allow me to dwell on the topic of my dearest little kitty Gingerbread. She is a pastel calico, and we were warned at her first vet appointment that calico kitties have "spunk." Well. Spunk is an immense understatement. She's got a 'tude about a mile wide, and if she knew how to give you the "loser" sign, I'm pretty sure she would. She missed the memo when God said man should have "dominion over every living that that moveth upon the earth" because she pretty much thinks she rules the world, and is singly responsible for A) the cat squabbles that take place on our bed in the middle of the night, B) the wear and tear on our carpets from her zooming from the front of the house to the back as though she's being pursued by a monstrous bird who is seeking revenge and C) our inability to have living breathing plants in our house.
The following series of events took place within the first 3 minutes after I had placed this gorgeous yellow peony on the table.
|Ahh. So pretty. Except I can already hear the Psycho music warming up in the distance.|
|This dripping-with-innocence photo could not be any more deceptive.|
|I accidentally on purpose knocked it over, Mom.|
|Am I responsible for this giant river careening across the floor?|
|This is fascinating stuff.|
And that is why we cannot have living, breathing plants in our house. The temptation is just too great for that particular brand of attitude on legs.
(Have I mentioned, though, that I would much rather have cats in the house than plants? Wouldn't trade these girls for a million gorgeous peonies.)
However: may your Saturday have significantly less spunk. :)