We are babysitting a little black cat. A month ago the vet gave her a pedicure and said she was geriatric. Oh. Like me—meaning she wants only to nap and snack. I could work with that.
This afternoon the house seemed too silent. If you’ve had kids you know that feeling. I went looking for her. Wasn’t able to get a photo, but picture the scene.
Our white-rock living-room fireplace; a little black cat clinging to the topmost rocks! At my gasp she turns her head, loses her balance, free falls, bounces off my mother’s antique crystal lamp and lands on her feet.
Rock-climbing? Cat fanciers—is this normal for a geriatric cat? Let me know.
She ran to her bed where she had a slight accident. Fright? To calm us both down I opened a can of salmon and gravy for her, and made soothing clam chowder for our dinner.
These are my Arabia dishes from Finland. The chowder is definitely from the NW: clams, bacon, potatoes, carrots and milk. What’s your favorite type of seafood chowder?
Well, friends, this was my day. What about yours?
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Thank you for trusting me with just-for-you prayer. So glad our God doesn’t sleep. He’s there anytime.