Tag: Cats
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My Cat Understands the Power and Blessing of Her Master’s Hand
Tori the Cat can seem quite selfish in her persistence to get attention, but this intense focus she has reminds me that I, too, should seek the hand of my Master.
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Guess What Happens If You Don’t Replace Bad Habits With New Ones?
Habits, like cats, inhabit our lives. They take whatever space we yield to them. The trick to keeping bad habits at bay? Fill the space with something else.
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How my cat saved my life (Part II)
I do credit this animal with saving my life, not just diagnosing me. Because my story didn’t end there…
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When Trouble is a teenager and acts just like one
Our cat is like a teenager who shows up when she wants — and doesn’t when she doesn’t…
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One cat too many…
“Why is the cat outside?” my husband asked, peering through the sliding glass door onto our gray-blue deck where, indeed, our cat appeared to be. “I have no idea,” I said — because I had no idea. I hadn’t noticed our cat even attempting to sneak out the door. Typically, Tori, our cat (affectionately called T-Cat…
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The God-shape behind the vacuum…
My cat is afraid of the vacuum. Not when it sits quietly in the closet or in whichever room it was last forgotten. Not when it meekly allows itself to be wheeled through one room to get to another. But plug that vacuum in and hit the power button, and my cat flees from a room…
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My cat is in the closet…
I am sitting at this computer, waiting for pages to load, thinking out loud that this is the slowest computer in the world — even though I am the only person in the room. And then I hear movement in the closet, shuffling, rearranging, moving paper, and, then, silence (yes, I hear that too, as it…
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Since she’s been gone…
As I ate breakfast with my husband this morning I noticed a wild turkey walking across the back yard. “Is that a turkey?” I asked, surprised. “I see a very large bird.” My husband also stared at the bird, somewhat startled, as we’d never seen a turkey emerging from the little bit of woods that…
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When you hide from a cat…
My mother-in-love’s kitchen table overlooks a little lake, where Christmas lights gently reflect from its surface. It would be a pretty location to write a blog post. Inspirational. Instead I am tucked into a little corner in the living room, purposely blocking myself from the view of the lake — because it blocks the cat’s…
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A tale of two kitties…
The Gideon I read about in Judges did not own a cat. If he did, when he laid out his fleece seeking a sign from the Lord–wet fleece when the ground was dry and dry fleece when the ground was wet with dew–he would have found his cat messing with the scientific process. Because instead…