CAT tail TALES

 

Psalm 126:2-3

King James Version

2 Then was our mouth filled with laughter, 

and our tongue with singing: 

then said they among the heathen, 

The Lord hath done great things for them.

3 The Lord hath done great things for us; 

whereof we are glad.

Ever had a chat, then here comes cat?

Waving that expressive tail?

Lording it over?

Leave it to a cat.

To end all debate.

To end all seriousness.

To end all intellectual discourse.

I've had dozens of cats in my lifetime.

But Rocco, the cat above, beats them all.

And that's just his tail, mind you.

What a tall tale it told.

Apart from their naturally-funny faces, cats have such expressive tails.

Graceful, funny, fluffy, waving, long tails.

That curl around your leg, signifying ownership (of you).

Or whip warningly, when faced with adversaries.

Or wave around the floor, as they sit still.

But ever-ready to pounce, should the need arise.

And that tail will surely rise.

But nothing can beat ginger Rocco above.

Who I've permanently "adopted" in my heart.

Even as he belongs to someone else, far away.

His startled owner is a member of the UK parliament.

Does he realize he's got the best PR manager?

How a cat's tail tell such tall tales.

They've become legendary.

We learn of two other "varieties":

Typha

Phleum

Reminds me of "typhoon".

And "plume".

As wordsmith, perhaps I'll combine both.

And call it "typlume".

Maybe, "typhlume".

I don't really know.

That ought to be a name for the next cat.

Especially with a character to boot.

GOD knew what He was doing when He created cats.

He wanted to keep us childlike.

Smiling, laughing, tickled.

GOD has His own brand of humor.

Which only a childlike heart can detect.

May you have such a heart!

Proverbs 17:22

King James Version

22 A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: 

but a broken spirit drieth the bones.

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FUNNY felines

 

Acts 10:34

King James Version

34 Then Peter opened his mouth, and said, 

Of a truth I perceive that 

God is no respecter of persons:

Cats are funny.

Expressive.

Curious.

Private.

Playful.

Endearing.

Fascinating.

Nimble.

Even astounding.

These nimble creatures delight a childlike heart.

Just don't squelch him.

He loves his freedom.

You see, cats are pretty private animals.

Unless they're kittens.

That's when they're public figures.

They love to play, to be played with.

As adults, please don't bother them.

Unless they're hungry.

Or cold.

That's when they like curling up on your lap.

And sometimes, they knead at your thighs.

Your turn to cringe.

I was once at a government office in the big city.

The big, orange cat (they have cats there?) headed for me.

They know a cat person when they see one.

I knew the huge claws won't be thigh-friendly, though.

I didn't want my skinny thighs cross-stitched.

Avoided the poor one, till I got out of there.

Still, she kept going for my lap.

If you don't like cats, you'll never go to that office.

Cross-stitcher will scare the lap out of you.

You'll send a messenger.

But I like cats.

Just not HUGE cats who need a pin cushion.

I guess you could say his face looked like that photo above.

Miffed that a cat lover refused his attention.

Mind you, those are rare times.

Even for this scribe.

A cousin had a large, orange cat, too.

But he was neutered, and declawed.

So, all he does is sleep, looking at your forlornly.

As if the whole world dropped on his head.

As if he had nothing to live for.

No one could get him to smile.

One day, we couldn't find him.

Cousin rode a bike around the village.

We looked everywhere in the house, too.

Nowhere to be found.

We gave up.

Only to find big, fat Jack was under a low bench after all.

How did he fit in there?

You know animals.

They can be flat as a rug.

Poor, fat Jack not only lost his smile.

He lost his voice, too.

Normally, cats say "miaow".

I didn't hear a squeak from him.

Is that what neutering and declawing do?

I declare all cats be left alone.

Cats are so low maintenance.

So easy to train.

Just provide their food, water, cat litter.

Teach them not to claw at furniture.

You don't need cat psychology.

Just leave them alone.

Until they need you.

They're comfort-crazy.

They can always find a warm spot to sleep in.

But food-wise, sometimes they can be choosy.

One cat we had turned up his nose at the food we bought.

The pack was on sale.

Cat refused to eat it.

He knew a cheap thing when he sniffed one.

He'd rather starve.

Snobbish creatures, these felines.

We never bought that pack again.

Where I live now, cats eat anything palatable.

One time, I saw my neighbor's cat looking funny, shaking his head.

He had a tiny bone stuck between his jaw.

I didn't know how to get it out.

Except if I brought him to a vet.

He was an abandoned cat, left by a neighbor.

But I knew he'd find a way to get it out.

Cats often do.

But he did look funny that way.

This was one of those rambunctious cats.

Ate too much.

He got the bone out himself.

Lesson learned.

Funny felines.

True survivalists.

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NEVER argue with a cat

 

Proverbs 21:9

King James Version

9 It is better to dwell in a corner of the housetop, 

than with a brawling woman in a wide house.

Why is it a foolish idea to argue with cats?

If you know cats, you'll understand.

If you've lived with cats, you'll keep your cool.

If you respect cats, you won't question their feline authority.

Cats are cool, calm, and yes, a bit crazy.

RULE number 1:

Never argue with a cat.

You'll blow a fuse.

We're not trying to be cool.

Yes, yes, yes.

We admit we can be maddening sometimes.

You give us gourmet food.

We sniff.

We sneeze.

We scat.

After we've had our food, we leave.

Not even a thank you.

Sure, we snuggle against you.

Then, you let your dogs out.

And they scamper all over the place.

Literally destroying our feline peace.

Of course, there are exceptions.

Some Goliaths are tender towards us Davids.

Dogs and cats can co-exist harmoniously.

And we're grateful for that.

Most days, you can find us peaceful.

(If left alone, after a feeding.)

Content.

Purring.

Curled up.

Occasionally opening a lid.

Wondering why humans are all over the place.

Wondering what all the fuss is about.

And we fear for our minds.

We need to avoid your dystopia.

True, we were kittens once.

All over the place, too.

Ah, but when we became older, we changed.

We now have a certain degree of sophistication.

They call it "grace".

We call it cool, calm, collected.

We asked scribe to get this blog together.

So you can understand us better.

She gets us.

We're an open book to her.

Rare human, that one.

What's that?

Rule number 2?

Just never argue with a cat.

Period.

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