Why the Rain?

 

Maybe it takes cats to teach us that going to our master is the best refuge from the storm. Other hiding places will betray and kill us.

When Kitty Jackson was quite younger than she is now, she took refuge in sewers and storm drains when scared by a dog or a child. Even when rain came, she ran to the sewer to escape, until one spring storm nearly drown her. We saw the yard flooding and the rain coming down in torrents and poked our head outside to call her. Her pitiful screams were coming from the storm drain where buckets of water were being poured on her.

It was through much persuasion that she finally jumped through the water, into the arms of her people, who dried, cleaned, and held her. After that, she never went to the storm drain during rain.

Moecat Jackson also had a frightful storm experience, though we only saw the aftermath. The morning after a night of strong wind and rain, he climbed pitifully up to our deck, covered with mud, water, leaves, and pine needles. His meow told his misery as plain as if he could talk. Who knows what a miserable night he spent, but when I sat down, he didn’t hesitate to climb onto my lap and tuck his head into my house robe. He fell asleep soon and was thereafter dubbed “My baby.”

Today it rained as well, but he didn’t wait to get soaked and miserable. He meowed on the deck until I came out and held him. He pushed himself against me and the closer he got, the tighter I could hold him, and the more I could kiss his furry head. We both greatly enjoyed it, and I got it into my head that rain must be a good thing, since it sent him straight into my arms where he, and I, were most happy.

God sends rain, not to make us miserable, but so we can call to Him, climb onto His lap, and let Him keep us dry and warm.

In fact, “Abba” is the cry of a child in need, “Abba, Daddy, hold me!” And that is the word we are given to cry to God in our distress.

Daddy, Father, Savior, Creator of the cosmos. He does not only invite us to intimacy with Him, but He sends rain so that we must continually run into His arms.

That is why we give thanks in all things, for all things.

And our master won’t go back inside when His feet get cold.

 

Yours truly,

Electric Bubbles

Cat History

I love cats! They may not be my very favorite animal–but the only pet I’ve ever had, and terribly sweet, so I’m going to tell you about ours. (My grandparents live in the country and have a looonnngg history that I would be more than happy to tell–but you wouldn’t be very happy, trust me.)

Our Cat History could start anywhere from 10 years ago or before then. We wanted a dog. We wanted a cat. We wanted a fish, and a pony, and a kangaroo, and a panda bear, and everything else–but no, my father said 8 children was enough animals for him.

But God, seeing our dire need and desperation, sent us a cat. Her name was Kitty–and she was purrfect. She stayed outside, the neighbor loved her, my dad could not object–as long as she wasn’t his cat, she could hang around.

cat sleeping on jacket

You could compare her to a dog/panda bear/pillow, or just the best cat ever. She was a full grown cat when she came, 10 years ago, and by now, she’s quite old, but still just as happy.

kitty in the kitchen

Yes, very happy. Her purr is as loud as the lawn mower outside, her meows (which became frequent in the next few years as she sat by the glass door begging to come in) were like music, and her whiskers never lifted to hiss at us, even when Jimmy tried to cut them off with scissors.

She was a bit tense when she first came, and as she grows older and stiffer, she is getting more cautious of children and vicious petting–but nothing like when she first came and fell off our deck railing. Yes, she fell off the deck railing as Billy opened the door, AND she fell 15 feet,  AND she landed on her back! Our cat is not a normal cat. And the way she runs from thunder–she can’t have 9 lives to spare. (She must have given them all to Haley.)

Kitty stayed long enough to be given a middle name, Longhair. That’s right, Kitty Longhair Jackson.

sleeping kitty

That’s her. Sleepy, frolicky, put-your-feet-to-sleep-at-night-y. She’s quite a heavy cat!

We went through a couple other cats or so, Phoebe, Teemo, and perhaps some I’m not remembering. They came and left. Phoebe was a kitten and only stayed one night after following us home–but she was dang cute! We all remember her. Teemo is still around the neighborhood, terrorizing other cats, but by no means is he our cat. *shudder* Think the opposite of Kitty–that’s him.

So last year, early spring, so just about a year ago, enter Moecat.

cat face

Moecat was originally named “Kitty’s twin” which changed to “Cat.” See, we already had a Kitty, now we had at Cat! But he was not really our cat. He was dead afraid of us. He came up on the deck to drink Kitty’s water, to hide in her basket, but anytime one of us was seen through the window, he was gone in a flash. The trick was milk. Raw milk with cream…. 🙂

cat looking in mirror, cute

When “Cat” stayed longer than we expected, some people began complaining that “Cat” was not a real name. He needed a better name. Someone came up with Bo. The people who liked “Cat” were vehemently voting for “Cat”, and the other half was vehemently voting for “Bo.” I believe I came up with the compromise. “Bo” was changed to “Moe” and “Moe” to “Moecat.” Moecat was just the perfect name, no one could argue.

Today, Moecat is the perfect picture of regeneration! Okay, he is not as clean as Kitty is, but oh my, he is sweet. As soon as he was okay with us being around, he was okay with us petting him, and even okay with climbing in our laps and digging his claws in to keep himself there. It is still hard to get him off your lap when he wants to stay on, it’s precious.

laying with cat

That’s him. He’s my little baby. By now he’s almost as cuddly as Kitty, (when he is in the right mood. He’s rather temperamental. We are both pretty tired in this picture–and warm. So we’re being nice to each other.) He still comes around, and when he earns a middle name one day, I plan on calling him Moecat Hobbes Jackson. His long body, his square head, his pouncy but sleepy tendencies, his long drawn out meows….it suits him.

Our next cat, Misty, stayed for a long time. She ran away from her home at our neighbor’s house–right before our neighbor moved–and she was a sad picture. She ate birdseed, hid in Kitty’s cat house, begged at our door just like the other cats….and when we started feeding her she was ours!

black cat

She was a very affectionate cat and quickly became bold around everyone. She seriously sounded like a crow or raven when she meowed, and if the neighbors hadn’t already named her….ooh, she would have had a cool name!

We thought we would keep her! She lived in our back yard for weeks. But right after we put this picture on Facebook and declared we had a new cat, someone dropped by and saw her. She took our cat! Took her away to an animal sanctuary with all those other cats, where our timid–but darling sweet–Misty had better be pet at least 4 hours a day! We were seeing her become such a teddy bear, it was sad to see her go where people have no many other teddy bears to hug instead…. It was a sad conclusion, but the sanctuary is a happy place. I’ve been there.

So far the only cats that have stayed more than a few months are long-haired brown tabbies. All the others come and go.

Until now!—-when I wonder if we have another cat….

mitzy

Eddie and Jonny call her Mittens, named after the cat from Bolt, but me, (I generally dislike general animal names) call her Mitzy.

This cat cracks me up every time she comes over. Not only does she look kind of funny, what with different color eyes, she makes the funniest noises! She isn’t very comfortable around us yet–and boy do you know it!! She sounds like a broken CD player! And though she doesn’t like us, she has no qualms about walking straight into the house to eat. She doesn’t enjoy petting–but for now she tolerates it. We hope one day to conform her to Kitty’s image and have her stay around forever.

mitzy2

From Yours Truly

Electric Bubbles

All photos (except the one of me) taken by myself! 

Scrivener tryout-fail

I'm confused...No wait, maybe I'm not.

I'm confused...No wait, maybe I'm not.

This really is just a big waste of your time, this post. There is nothing important here, but it might be kind of funny, maybe, depending on what kind of person you are. It’s very strange really what people will respond to! I got like thirty something comments on the Gabby video, but then Leah and Meghan were yacking away like they owned the place.

So anyway! I took a trial version of Scrivener and this is the story I came up with while exploring all the software and testing everything out. There’s actually quite a bit of cool stuff you can do, but I’ve decided not to buy it anyhow; I can do all of the things with a wordprocesser only in a round about way-except for the name generator; that thing is way awesome.  So click on the qwerty to read my new short story. (Gosh, maybe I should get it published.) So enjoy! (Oh and the story was much more colorful and the fonts were crazy cool until I compiled it into a doc.)

-signed

Electric Bubbles

The 17 second Kitty video that will make your day

well, if you’re at all like me. my family is still shaking their heads while i laugh and coo after watching this video for the 30th time. oh my word, i’m gonna watch this every day. yes, call me silly, but i just love it!

a 17 second kitty video that will make your day

signed

Electric Bubbles