My kitty, Frank
Grandma loved cats.
I can still hear her shouting, "Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty," at feeding time. Perhaps shouting is not an appropriate word. She spoke with authority - as if she expected the kitties to come running to the feeding pans each day.
Grandma had farm cats.(2) I remember some names of their names, Yellow Ears, Yellow Tail, Yellow Eyes.
Grandma loved her cats. She welcomed them all. She cared for the lost, sick, old, and young cats. She fed the yellow, black, striped, grey, and white cats. She cooked for the cats. She named the cats. She was sad and concerned if a cat did not show up for dinner. When they came running, her lips broke into the most wonderful smile. Her eyes sparkled.
I think Jesus' eyes sparkle when we respond to his call.
Here, Toddy, Toddy, Toddy.
Here, Sally, Sally, Sally.
Here, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.
Here.
Here.
Here.
He calls the sick, the lame, the lonely, the lost. He calls the tax collectors and the prostitutes.
He calls
me.
He calls
you.
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(1) Air-pet; Function: verb; inflected form(s): air-petted, air-petting; date: 2004; (a) to treat as a pet, (b) to stroke in a gentle or loving way while maintaining four or more feet of free air space between self and pet; (c) specifically in reference to cats, to softly croon "precious kitty" while stroking as in (b)
(2) Farm cat; Function: noun; (a) any of a family of cats residing in or around barns, (b) any of a family of cats abandoned by others on the side of the road that wander to nearest barn and claim it as a new home, (c) any of a family of cats residing on farms and susceptible to mange, bad eyes, or injury related to farm equipment
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P.S. Thanks Grandma. I love you.
1 comment:
Booyah! Great post T. I can't wait to tell some people about your blog.
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