One day I heard a lot of strange noises coming from the kitchen. Being a cat, I needed to investigate. I mean, that’s part of being a cat! I HAD to know!
So I strolled into the kitchen. A big brown box sat near my food and water dishes. The humans walked back and forth from the refrigerator to the big brown box, taking food out of the refrigerator and placing in the big brown box. I had to be careful they didn’t step on my nice fluffy tail or my paws. That would hurt—a lot! Meow!
The older human said the big brown box was an ice chest. She said they were taking care of the refrigerator. They were preparing to “defrost the refrigerator”. It was something they needed to do every now and then, she explained.
The humans frequently opened the little door above the main refrigerator. They did the strangest thing—they put pans in the top of the refrigerator, waited awhile, took the pans out, put water in them, and then put them back in. I watched the process awhile, then decided there was so much activity I better go back to the living room.
I was glad to know the humans were “defrosting the refrigerator”—whatever that means—once my food is opened it’s kept in the refrigerator, so it’s nice to know they are taking care of the refrigerator!
People who teach young children often hear them say the same things over and over. “It’s MY TURN!” “I’m telling on you…” And my favorite, “That’s not fair!”
Big people are, well, bigger than this of course. We’re too sophisticated to stoop to the “tit for tat” spats of childhood. Or are we?
Just four chapters into the Bible, we find someone who thought he was treated unfairly. And this “little boy” retaliated in the worst way imaginable. Cain killed his brother Abel because God favored Abel’s offering over his own. The Lord tried to intervene, but Cain wouldn’t listen.
Why are you angry? Why is your face downcast? If you do what is right, will you not be accepted? But if you do not do what is right, sin is crouching at the door; it desires to have you, but you must master it.
I’m sure you’ve heard or read the advice “Wear a hat” often enough you’re probably sick of it. Maybe you think you don’t look good in a floppy hat; maybe you think you don’t need it; maybe…
I used to be that way, until it got personal for me. You see, an aunt got skin cancer. It started, believe it or not, with a spot on her head, in her hair. The hairdresser saw it, commented on it, and suggested she check it out with her doctor. The doctor sent her to a dermatologist, who biopsied it. It came back, skin cancer. Even though she received treatment, the day came when a spot of cancer showed on her lung. Sometime after that, it spread to her brain. When I last talked to her, unaware of what was really going on, she couldn’t communicate clearly. She died not long after that.
So now, I wear a floppy hat everywhere I go, except I admit, when it’s pouring down rain. I have one in the house, and I bought one to keep in the car, in case I forget to put the other one on my head before I walk out the door. A friend gave me a couple to wear outside when doing yard work.
Someone told me I look good in a hat. I would wear it even if somebody told me I look ridiculous in the hat. I enjoy wearing it; I like the added shade it provides; I wear it as a sort of memorial for my aunt, but I also wear it because I feel protected.
The younger human and I have been fighting lately. You see, she gives me some sort of liquid in a little narrow tube she calls a “syringe”. At least, she tries to give me the liquid. I emphasize the word “tries” because I have claws, a few teeth, and am nimble and quick at moving my head. The younger human has no claws, teeth that don’t bite fur, and she is not really nimble and quick.
She says the liquid is for my own good, that it’s a medicine to help relieve pain. It tastes terrible. How can something that tastes terrible be for my own good??? Explain that, will you! I bet she never had to take any of that medicine!!!
I told my secretary I wanted to post a piece today in celebration of International Cat Day. Yes, I know this is getting published late. However, I cannot fire my secretary because she also buys my food! Talk about job security!
Anyway, as a cat I enjoy certain creature comforts. In the interest of getting this posted while it is still August 8 (at least where I live), I will only write about two.
Fans—my humans use fans to cool off. The fans are big and noisy. Most of the fans are on the floor, which, since I’m a cat, is to my advantage—and I love it! I enjoy laying on either the tile floor or on the carpet, particularly if I can get situated between two fans. The air goes over and through my fur. Pure bliss! Meow! Meow!
Shoes—I enjoy laying on shoes or boots. Don’t ask me why. I just do. I am a cat; it’s my privilege to like certain things humans think strange. Believe me, humans like things which are strange to me! I got a treat awhile ago. The younger human brought home a pair of slippers. They are soft and squishable, just right for laying on. Guess who’s on them when the younger human isn’t in them!
Advertisements abound in magazines, on the internet, and on television. “Make this investment!” “Prepare your portfolio!” “Buy gold.” “Diversify.” “Protect your riches, your retirement, your way of life!”
I believe in being a wise steward, but the fifth chapter of James begins with a warning to those who put riches first. While being well off is not a sin, making riches a priority over God is. It is clear from the scathing remarks in verses one through six that riches will not get me where I want to go.
After that warning, though, James offers some advice to believers (I know the advice is to believers because he called them ‘brothers’). His advice is for the time before the coming of the Lord, time that scripture tells us will become more and more challenging. Timely advice for sure.
Be patient. Twice in verses seven and eight, James tells believers to…
With this news, strengthen those who have weak knees. Say to those with fearful hearts, Be strong & do not fear, for your God is coming to destroy your enemies. He is coming to save you.” Isaiah 35:3-4