Lions

"God made the cat in order that man might have the pleasure of caressing the lion." --Fernand Mery

When I read this quote, I realized how very true it is. If you magnified a house cat to 30 times it's body weight, it would be an African lion.



The similarity of both cat and lion is remarkable. Same number of teeth, same configuration, and proportion relative to their size. They are truly one of GODS remarkable creatures.

Setting the very happy Lizard free!

The rent DIDN'T get paid!

So I have often complained to Joe that we live in about 1,000 sq ft place. I have 3 cats. So by division, thats about 333 sq ft per cat. You would think they could handle that. Well not so. A house cat pays "THE RENT" by making sure their territory is free of rodents, insects, small reptiles, and any other creepy crawly thing that could make its' way in the house. On two occasions this has proved to be less than satisfactory. About 6 months ago, was had a small mouse in our kitchen. Kevin saw it. He yelled at Maddie, who jump on the couch. They watched as the mouse ran from the kitchen to the living room, right by Missy and Toby, and out the front door, slipping under the screen door (which is how I assumed it got in in the first place). 2 cats sleeping, while "THE RENT" ran out the door.

Sunday we had the lizard incident, which I thought was all over. Not so. About noon on monday, I went into the bathroom to find a cute little guy looking at me. A LIZARD! He ran behind the toilet and after some contemplation as to how to pick him up, I placed a small hand towel over and picked him up. This was not the lizard from Sunday morning. He had every bit of his tail. Boy, was he mad! He was thrashing his tail, and whipping it around. I screamed and Kevin came running to open up the doors as I escorted this guy out of my house! (Of course I was holding on with two hands!)LOL!

So here we are again 2 times in 6 months, and The rent was still unpaid. I called Joe to tell him of all the drama, I was having and I asked him this question "How does a lizard get into the house and all the way to the bathroom without 1 of 3 cats seeing him?" Only God in Heaven know the laziness of my 3 very spoiled cats! Some day the rent WILL be paid!

Time to pay the rent!

Some disturbing things happened the last couple of days in our house. It all started on Sunday morning. I got up to put the rabbit outside, like I usually do. Little did I know that there was a lizard in the sliding glass door track. Unfortunately, I think I caught his tail, and if you have ever seen a lizards tail after it comes off, it's kinda gross. Well, needless to say Piglet found it right away. She is always watching what I do. I think she saw the lizard outside and was slamming herself into the glass door. I was so glad the lizard went out the door and its' tail was the only thing it left behind in the kitchen. It wasn't the nicest way to wake up on a nice sunny sunday morning. As evience of our sunday morning adventure I took a picture of Piglets prize. She was quite proud.

Lesson learned

We can do a lot running in our lives. In Heb 12:1 The apostle Paul writes "let us run with patience the race that is set before us." Are you running away from your race? We spent just as much energy running from what GOD wants us to do that if we could give that energy to GOD and run the race HE has set before us all, we would live happier more productive lives.

I want to place my energy in what GOD has for me, and not in running.... How about you?

I realize the more I read blogs, the more it makes me think of all the funny things that have happened to me in my life. I realizes that this blog is still in the making, and in a way it needs to find it's self, develop over time. So I had a brain storm, once in a while I will post a funny story about myself.

When I was very young, I had lots of great adventures with my various grand parents and siblings, aunts and uncles. One of which, I will share here today. My grandfather, Grandpa Joe, would call me "Alice the menace", after the famous "Dennis the Menace" and when I read that comic strip, I see were it comes from...

In my simple mind my Grandmother's name should be "Grandma Joe" because, if that was my Grandpa's name then it should be my grandma's name too, my simple thinking...LOL.
Really her name was "Grandma Ester", which to this day doesn't sound quite right. So "Grandma Joe" it is, and will always be.

I must have been 3-4 years old, and I remember it like it was yesterday. My Grandma Joe sold Avon. She stayed home and took care of me in my early years of life. Well, she was a very sociable person and had many friends in the neighborhood were she lived in. Needless to say she was good at selling to her friends all different kinds of cosmetics and perfumes and soaps, etc. She also always had plenty of samples that came along with her orders.

One day I decided that I would help myself to some samples, you know nice smelling perfumes, and red, red lipsticks, and very blue eye shadows. I proceeded to open all the samples I could find and test everything out I could open. I think my grandmother always new something was wrong when I was quiet. It was never good if she had to look for me. Well I was in the back of the house in an extra room where she kept her orders of Avon. When she found me I had opened every single lipstick, eyeshadow and cosmetic that she had ordered for all of her customers. I couldn't understand what I had done wrong. But this was a day I never did forget, and I never did understand how many dollars of merchandise I had ruined. I'm not sure but I think there was a lock on that door thereafter...LOL!