The wind tells the earth—sing the praises of life and thankfulness to the Heavens.
Sing so the humans on the planet can also hear!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
That brings such joy to one’s heart, a big silent cry of pleasure!
There is a feeling that the feeling of delight will always and forever be with you.
Always!
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”–W.B. Yeats
Your friend on a western Colorado farm
Linda
Chapter 9, Mom Doesn’t’ Understand
“TLC C-C, What is the matter?”, Mom asked me as I came running toward her.
“Did something scare you? Look at your giant bushy tail! My goodness. What is going on?”
Mom picked me up and petted me.
“Your eyes are HUGE, TLC Cai-Cai, HUGE!! Did something chase you?”
MEOW!! MEOW! I screamed at her.
MEOW!!! YEOWL!
I jumped down and ran back toward the house.
“You want in?” Mom puzzled.
“Okay, you can go it. I don’t understand what has you so agitated, but, if you want in you can go in.”
Mom got up from what she was doing and started walking toward the house.
“Tell MOM!! We have to hide! In the house!!” I screamed at Boo Berry. “TELL HER!!”
Boo Berry started dancing and walking in front of Mom…getting in Mom’s way. Trying to get Mom to hurry to the house and get inside.
“BOO! Stop it! You are going to make me fall down.”
Mom reached down and picked up Boo Berry.
“HURRY MOM!!! HURRY!” I yelled.
Boo Berry was squirming and twisting so bad in Mom’s arms that she reached down and gently sat Boo Berry on the ground.
“Geez, I don’t get whatever has gotten into you two, but if you want in the house. Fine. Here, go it.”
Just about the second the back door closed, we heard Dad enter the farm yard.
Mom was still standing by the backdoor when Dad walked up and asked Mom if she would like to go with him to town. He needed a part. They could also get a wee snack at one of the Fast Food Places so she wouldn’t have to fix lunch.
“Okay,” we heard Mom reply. “Just let me get my purse and we are good to go!”
Mom opened the backdoor, and we started hollering at her…NO DO NOT GO! A BIG STORM IS COMING!!
She walked on through the house, picked up her purse, knelt down, and petted us talking soothing baby talk.
“It’s going to be okay.” I’ll be back in an hour or shortly after that. You are in the house now so whatever was out there you are safe now.”
With that, she shut the door, turned the key….and walked away.
Boo and I just looked at each other—
We are given much more than instinct, much more than ‘survival mode’
We are given a very special gift called Choice.
A gift each and every person has in this life.
Therefore, we (must) choose those things that add value and goodness, and (for me) peace and joy!
Choice! A very wonderful gift!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I am shy by nature. So I find it hard to ‘put myself out there’
My Momma, on the other hand, was an extrovert, as was my Daddy
I was probably in the Second Grade when I told Momma it was hard, hard, hard to raise my hand and talk in class
She told me something I have never really forgotten– when someone talks to you and asks a question answering them is showing appreciation to their question.
Of course, I had to learn (often the hard way) that there are stinky questions no one has a right to ask, and we don’t have to answer.
Gradually, I learned that if the question awakens joy in me, then that is a question I can answer, brightening someone else’s day.
A simple, but in reality a very complex thought.
“If life were predictable it would cease to be life, and be without flavor.”– Eleanor Roosevelt
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Chapter 8, After My Nap
“Hey, TLC!!!”
“TLC!!!”
“Come on, come out from under the bed and let’s go outside!!? Boo Berry hollered at me.
I opened one eye.
YIKES!!!
There was Boo Berry staring me RIGHT in my FACE!! I mean RIGHT in the face! I could even feel her whiskers on my whiskers!
I jumped up. Hit my head on the bottom of the mattress, almost knocking me back down, crawled back up a bit slower; got out from under the bed.
Then was Boo Berry bouncing and prancing around, telling me to come on hurry—-Mom is getting ready to head outside.
I looked at her. Then I slowly, slowly stretched out my front paws as far as they would go, opened up my claws, and dug into the carpet.
“DON’T do that!!” Boo Berry screamed. “Mom doesn’t like it when you claw stuff!”
I just smirked. I drew my claws back in then stretched out my whole body, leaving my back legs and tail behind. Of course, I also stretched out my back claws to hang onto the carpet. (The back claws don’t work as well as the front paws, but they do a sorta tolerable job.)
“Come on! Mom is opening the backdoor!” With that Boo Berry was down the stairs and gone.
I heard the back door shut.
Hum…guess I wasn’t fast enough.
I sauntered down the stairs, into the kitchen, and jumped up on my special spot where my cat food is kept. (Mom gives me this special spot, preen, preen, because the dog would eat ALL my food and her food too.)
And I….don’t gobble my food down. I savor it. I eat a little, then I leave it, then I come back and eat a little more. Sometimes I refuse to eat it—just to keep things interesting.
For instance, I take two bites, look at Mom with horror on my face, then I try to cover it up like it is poop or something.
Or, I take two bites and gag…fish and turkey always make me gag. ACK! It is sooooooo nasty.
Beef is more like poop so I do try to bury it.
Now CHICKEN…that is a whole other story. Yummm, I like chicken.
Then again it must be the RIGHT chicken…
Oh!
The back door opened.
“Oh, there you are TLC. It’s time you go outside with Boo Berry and me. You’ve been it long enough. We’ve got things to do and stuff to see, and you need to be there with me doing and seeing.”
Mom picked me up, put a bunch of pets on my head (my favorite place), walked with me in her arms to the back door, opened the door, and out we went.
There at the backdoor sat that smiling pooch.
“See I told you Mom wanted our help!” Boo Berry said as she trotted behind Mom who was pushing the wheelbarrow.
I yeowed at Mom, picked up my feet, and started after Mom and Boo Berry.
When we got to the brick flower beds Mom stopped, and started doing stuff in the flower beds. Boo Berry sat down in the shade put her head and her paws and watched everything Mom was doing.
I climbed up onto the nearest bed and started watching Mom also, when suddenly— MY TAIL RAISED STRAIGHT UP and creepy crawly tingles ran up my tailbone.
MOM! I screamed MOM!