Friday, October 19, 2007
The Big Guy noticed the little furry troublemaker (not me, of course; I was being the responsible feline in the house), but when he saw me checking out the intruder, he decided to let me take care of it.
Well, I certainly didn't want to disappoint the Big Daddy, but this was my first official rodent hunt, at least that I can remember.
The next morning the Big Daddy asked me if I caught the mouse. Well, I just didn't know what to say. I mean, I had some fun with it and scared the living fur off of it (well, ok, I'm exaggerating); but I didn't catch it. I wanted to take a nap, ya know? Every female feline needs her beauty sleep. I have a reputation to keep. But Big Daddy said there was no excuse. Then he gave me hope and said, "Maybe next time." But I think he was just being nice so he didn't hurt my feelings. I had every intension of catching that furry little sucker as soon as I got my paws on it. (That sounded pretty fierce, didn't it?)
Well, it did take some doing, with lots of sniffing and detective work, but, first thing in the morning, I finally had that rotten scoundrel cornered in the master bath. I was feeling pretty big and scary when I heard the bathroom door open and saw Mom's head peeking around the corner. She asked me what I was up to. Then she noticed the little furry thing I was cornerning behind the bathroom door, and then I saw a Big smile on her face like she was so proud of me. I just wanted her to leave so I could get back to my intimidation tactics (well, I did have some stuff to learn about hunting rodent, you know?)
That furry thing thought it would sneak off on me, but it ended up hiding behind the toilet brush holder; what a coward! (Ok. I'll be fair. I am huge compared to the little guy. But behind the toilet bowl brush? I guess it was running out of options.)
Well, a little while later, Mom poked her head in again to see how things were going.
I was just hanging out, looking like a cool feline diva, waiting for my prey to come out with it's paws up in surrender. But Mom was curious to see if I had let it go (boy, not much confidence in the the furry feline here, heh?). She noted the hiding rodent, and with that funny smile on her face (again), she left me to my cat affair.
But after she left, things just started to get interesting.
That furry prey managed to make a beeline for the bathroom door but it didn't manage to escape from me completely. Mom had the door closed to the bedroom, I suppose, to make things easier on me. (how nice, huh?)
Well, I gave that skinny tailed rodent a run for it's money and then some; although it was a challenge not to skin myself every time I ran under the bed after it (well, everyone knows about the feline's arching back, right? It's just our natural posture.)
After a bit, the youngest (who chases me around the house) decided to stick her head around the bedroom door to see my progress; they were really starting to destract me at this point! Then I could here her yelling down the hall to update Mom on the current events of my first mouse hunt.
Well, it took some doing, but I finally did it in! Yep, it was a goner by the time I was finished with it. But I think it's fur was almost ready to give me a decent hairball! Did you know I've yet to have a hair ball? Gosh, that would be so embarrassing.
Well, what seemed like a lifetime went by when the folks came back in to see my progress.
Surprise! Yes, they were all so proud of my accomplishment. I got lots of petting and even a treat for a job well done. Well, what did they expect from a feline?
It's my job, ya know?
So, now it's official. I'm the resident mouser. And that's quite an accomplishment. My family certainly thinks so, which is great; because, that's who I'm really doing it for, right? (Well, it did keep me busy for a couple of days too.)
But all that loving goes a long way..till my next mousing adventure.
(c)2007 by Dawn Herring
Sunday, October 14, 2007
But even with all these positive changes, it was still difficult to feel at home.
One day, I looked out my office window to see a huge lone sunflower growing! What a pleasant surprise. I absolutely love sunflowers! Well I enjoyed looking out the window periodically to enjoy my sunflower view. I even began to think that this beautiful piece of creation was a sign from God that I was in the right place. I was where I belonged. So, in my head I felt better.
A short time later the sunflower died (not enough rain, I suppose). I was so disappointed. My girls even felt bad for me hoping (and secretly praying) that I would have another sunflower to delight in.
Well, soon enough, Sarah came running into the kitchen, grabbed my hand and told me she had something she just had to show me. We went out into the back yard and, lo and behold, there was a brand new sunflower plant with a few buds on it and one in full bloom! Oh, I was so delighted! My daughter was so happy for me. Hannah also joined me in my pleasure as we all admired the new life growing.
Each morning when I would get into the car to drive my daughter to school, I would look at my sunflower plant and think, "Wow, what a great God I have. He gives me the desires of my heart."
Now that autumn has arrived, the sunflower plant is on the way out, due to the summer heat and not enough rain. All good things must come to an end. There is a time and a place for everything. Even Ecclesiastes says that there is a time to be born and a time to die.
However we are making steady progress on our new home. With new laminate wood floors in much of the house, a more settled kitchen, and photos being sorted to be put in frames for the wall, we're moving right along. And in the process making memories to last a lifetime.
God makes everything good in His time.
(c)2007 by Dawn Herring
Friday, June 8, 2007
I think it took me a few days before I had all the rooms figured out, what and who were in them and where the windows were: my required view of the outside world.
In the process I've discovered a few favorite places that I hang in every day, plus I have to decide from one minute to the next which window has the best view. I've got a few in one office where the big guy hangs out; one faces the back yard so I can watch the kids play basketball, one faces the side street where there are big holes dug from those guys with the funny looking hats on (I honestly didn't think a dog could dig a hole that big!), and one faces the front yard where I can watch for when Mom comes home with the groceries (I always have to check to see if she got me anything); another window is in Mom's office where she does all of her stuff (I still like to sit right on top of her paperwork, much to her chagrin!); then there's my favorite window in the living room where I hang out on my condo and check out the birds (and more guys with the funny looking hats working on the road outside my new pad: noise!).
Mom sometimes has to look in a few different rooms before she finds where I'm located. There's a new oversized super-cozy recliner in "Big Daddy's" office where I especially enjoy taking cat naps. I've figured out so many napping positions in this new spot that I forget which one I left off with!
One of my favorite things about my new pad in my 'cat run'. I have a long stretch of space from one end of the house to the other where, with tail arched, I can run 100 mph (tearing past Mom walking down the hallway is one of my top amusements.) I especially enjoy this activity first thing after my favorite humans get up in the morning. Mom is glad for me to get my exercise; she knows my cardio workouts are very important for keeping me healthy. But I just do it 'cause it's fun. That's why my tail always arches in the process: I like to play!! (Mom read about that in a cat book, but, of course, I already knew that.)I've also started a new tradition in my new pad. I always persist in getting a piece of turkey every time Mom makes her lunch each day; and she always comes through for me. Plus I enjoy my daily cat treats kept in the new cupboard. Mom gives me them to help keep the tartar off my teeth, whatever that is.
One of the best changes of all with my new pad is my night time freedom. I've grown up a bit more, so much so, that the big guy thinks it's cool for me to roam at night to keep the critters away. The only thing I have to watch for is coming into the bedroom before the humans are ready to get up. Sometimes I get a little impatient (especially on Saturday mornings), and I jump on the bed. I don't land for long though, much to my chagrin. But I'm a smart cat; I know what's good for me. So I just wait in another favorite window in the bedroom and check out the birds until someone finally exits to make the coffee.
So that's the deal with my new pad. It's full of adventure, twists and turns; but one things that hasn't changed is the love.
All creatures great and small; the Lord God made them all.
(c)2007 by Dawn Herring
Thursday, April 12, 2007
I am personally blessed to have a friend of many years who is just such a person. Her thoughtfulness and caring go a long way in being an encouragement to me, and for that I am truly grateful.
One of the most significant ways Debbie is a blessing to me is in her relationship with God. Because she chooses to listen to His leading and follows through on what He impresses upon her, she directly blesses me in ways that cannot be counted.
And the ways have truly added up over the years, between letters (which I have kept every one), email (which I save), and sometimes phone calls (it's always good to hear her voice!), and lots of prayer (we truly are kindred spirits); this friendship has truly been a catalyst of blessing to me.
There are times when she says just the right thing to give me a broader perspective on a troubling circumstance. Or a piece of advice that is very sound that helps me in making a decision.
Most of all, Debbie's prayers for me are palpable and sincere.
And my prayers for Debbie are heartfelt and fervent.
It's so nice to know that we're in this experience called life together.
Thank you, Debbie, for being the true, sincere friend you have been to me all these years.
I pray that God will truly bless you in ways that you would never expect, and give you the desires of your heart!
A friend loves at all times. Proverbs 17:17a
There is a friend that sticks closer than a brother. Proverbs 18:24b
(c)2007 by Dawn Herring
Friday, March 30, 2007
Bill pulled up a chair so we could watch the clip together. As we watched, they played 'our song' in the backround, which was really quite a surprise to me considering all the songs Elton John has recorded in his musical career. I thought it quite timely for them to play 'our song' while we were watching together, which we don't often do. It was a memorable moment.
Later, as I was thinking about the lyrics to that song, one line especially stood out: "I don't have much money, but if I did, I'd buy a big house where we both could live." Suddenly it struck me that this verse was actually coming true right now! We recently purchased a house just the right size for us and will be moving into it shortly, just in time for our 18th anniversary. Our dream has come true. 'Our song' is now a reality.
This is quite an exciting development for me, having a place to call our own, to do with as we would like to. And, of course, to share with our children until it's time for them to have a place of their own.
I've imagined myself living there a number of times as I've gone about my day.
Little flashes, pictures in my mind. Sometimes, that's all it takes to run with my imagination. My anticipation increases by the day.....
But my God shall supply all your needs according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:19
(c)2007 by Dawn Herring
Friday, March 23, 2007
Stage two is when I fill a box. Sophie's attention is immediately aroused when she sees me walking around with a box in hand, heading in one direction or another. As soon as I decide what will go in it, she decides she needs to go in it first, just to make sure everything is ok. Then she watches to see the packing action. (She definitely doesn't want to miss anything; something boring to the average person can be quite fascinating to a feline.) Of course, she lets out a meow now and then to let me know she's in on the whole process and possibly has a few questions to ask like "Why are you doing that? What's going on? Could you clue me in on the details?"
Then I tell her all about the big move and the new territory she'll be managing.
She usually gives me a meow between sentences since she likes to be an active part of the conversation.
Once I've added another packed box to the growing numbers, Sophie does a check on the whole landscape to see how it's changing from day to day. I really think she knows something's up, and she's eager to make the connection between all these boxes and their destination. And when she does, what a big surprise that will be!
I Corinthians 2:9
But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him.
(c)2007 by Dawn Herring
Thursday, March 15, 2007
I basically have one dinner that I have mastered, plus I can scramble eggs and not burn the toast. But, alas, variety is the spice of life. And even my palette gets a bit bored.
So, I dared myself to try something new. Since spring break was upon us, I decided to take some time to follow a recipe (??) and try my hand at making Italian meatballs.
Both of my girls had similar reactions: My 15 year old came strolling into the kitchen, saw me actively digging at ground turkey meat in a plastic measuring bowl with a wooden spoon and promptly asked, "Mom, what are you doing?"
Perhaps she thought I had morphed into a chef overnight. The next question, "Does this have anything to do with chicken again?" I answered no, much to her shock and amazement.
My 12 year old got a bit more up close and personal. "What are you making, Mom?" As she watched me balling up the meat (with my trusty over-sized plastic gloves on to avoid the inevitable grease on the palms) and putting them into the bubbling frying pan to brown, she exclaimed, "Mom, you're actually in the kitchen cooking something, like, new. Just like other Moms. You totally rock, dude!" I guess I have now been indighted into the Mom Hall of Fame.
I was actually starting to feel admired as I turned the meatballs over with the tongs which I haven't used since I got married.
About thirty minutes later I was finished with the pre-prep, meatballs in the fridge, waiting to be baked later with fresh spaghetti cooking on the stovetop.
Later, the meatballs were the rage; even the husband thought they were delicious. What a nice surprise...for someone who isn't one for the kitchen.
She is like the merchant ships; she brings her food from afar. Proverbs 31:14
(c)2007 by Dawn Herring
Friday, March 9, 2007
I can hear the birds singing their songs and can see the sun shining through the curtains on the window. Spring is so very close, really, has arrived here in Texas.
My cat Sophie has been very busy by the windows, watching avidly as the birds flit from tree to tree, and keeping an eye on the squirrels scampering up the trees. Oh, to be outside, I'm sure she thinks on a daily basis. But, no, Sophie is an indoor cat and must be kept free from coyote attacks. Her beautiful tortoise coat and friskie personality would be so very much wasted on such predatory dangers.
I'm glad tomorrow is Saturday. I look forward to a day to relax, read, and watch the many reruns on Disney Channel, unless I choose, of course, to sit elsewhere and read.
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