Between Two Worlds


The wild life calls to Andy.

The wild life calls to Andy.

Amos and Andy take a nap.

Amos and Andy take a nap.

I sit and hold Andy in my arms as if he were a tiny baby. I started holding him this way when he was about four weeks old, except that he fit in my hand at the time. I have always called him my kitty baby. There is nothing on earth as touching as a tiny, frightened kitten who finally allows himself to be coaxed into your hand, then offers a huge sigh of contentment upon having his belly rubbed. This is an animal that has given a human his trust, completely and without reservation.

My Andy grew into a fine cat who still loves to lie in my arms the way a human baby would lay.  Andy holds his head back so I can easily access the soft, downy fur under his chin. As I gently massage Andy, I look at him intently. He appears to be just as content as he was when I finally convinced him to let me be his surrogate mama. I am holding back tears that will flow after he leaves me.

Andy has always had the freedom to roam the land. He will sleep with me until 3:00 a.m. every morning, then ask to go out so he can be with his feline friends and do the sort of things cats do at night. When his brother died, Andy looked for him for so long that I feared he would never get past the hurt and loneliness. Finally, one morning, Andy did not stop at the door and wait for his brother to enter the house first.

Andy has found a female friend with which he has made a family. I know, cats don’t usually find a mate and stay with her and their kittens. Andy is different. He strongly leans toward the DNA that was written for his ancestors, where the Lion king stays with his pride. He is a good daddy, a strong protector.

Right now, Andy is between two worlds. When he leaves me, he starts to yearn for the touch of my human hand on his head as I stroke him. Yet, when he is with me, he feels a strong pull to go back to his family. In the beginning, he would stay with me for several days, then return to his pride. Now, he comes for a quick meal and an hour in my arms. Then, Andy returns to the wild for a week or more.

I can tell that my Andy is torn between two worlds. He loves his mama, but he needs his independence. Just as human boys grow up and leave mama, Andy is trying to make the break. I can’t tell him that it is okay or that cats are supposed to be wild. Nor can I tell him that I will always be here whenever he feels like visiting. I wish our communication was that sophisticated, but it isn’t. Andy will have to trust that I will always be here and that he is free to live his life as he chooses.

Andy feels as if he is deserting me, but he is only doing what comes natural for cats. As long as he is happy, I will not worry. I stroke his soft fur as he sleeps. Andy sighs. I can’t hold back the tears. I raised him as I would a child. Have I confused him terribly? I can only hope that I have done no harm. I raised him the only way I knew how, with perfect love.

Best Moment Award


I have received an award from a very well-known blogger with over 200,000 hits since switching over to wordpress. Petrel, of Dear Kitty. Some Blog has honored me with the Best Moment Award. There are hundreds of bloggers he could have honored, but he chose me out of a dozen or so.

Rules of the Best Moment Award:

Winners re-post this completely with their acceptance speech. This could be written or video. Winners have the privilege of awarding the next awards! The re-post should include a NEW set of people/blogs worthy of the award; and, winners, notify them of the great news!

Best-Moment-Award

  • What makes a good acceptance speech?
    • Gratitude. Thank the people who helped you along the way
    • Humor. Keep us entertained and smiling
    • Inspiration. Make your story touch our lives
  • Get an idea from the great acceptance speeches, compiled in MomentMatters.com/Speech
  • Display the award’s badge on your blog/website, downloadable in MomentMatters.com/Award

I would like to thank everyone who had enough faith in me to follow my blog. I love to entertain, but I also love to inform people about those who are taking advantage of us. Sometimes, it is our governments and often it is the big corporations who make money by deceiving us all.

I have made some truly wonderful friends since I have been blogging. This would not be possible without the world of the Internet.

These people are among the best bloggers, although all that I follow are amazing. I love them all!

Press-Inside

Especially Made

Just After Words

Usmanhashmi

Albegee

Realityofchrist

Friendnature

Cindyknoke

ShortLittleRebel

A Devoted Life

There are many more who deserve an award, but unfortunately, I don’t have the time to list everyone. I still love you, though. Forever and always, I promise. WP_000225

 

What if God needed a friend?


God the Father 05

God the Father 05 (Photo credit: Waiting For The Word)

This was posted to my Facebook page from Friendship Fortune Cookie:

You have a great friend who is always there when you are down and is always there to listen to your problems. Make sure you treat your friends the same way.

God is my best friend. What would He tell me if He told me about His problems? Would these subjects be mentioned if God just needed to vent? Homosexuality, immorality, adultery, idolatry, greed, stinginess, abortion, deceit and pride…

Would God just need someone to listen to the things He has to put up with? Not that God has to put up with anything, He just does. God doesn’t zap us dead when we disobey because He has hope that we will change and besides, if He zapped people dead every time they disobey, there would be no one left to talk to by the end of the week.

Another reason God doesn’t kill us the second we disobey is because of this scenario: A person tells a lie, God zaps them dead instantly and everyone else obeys out of tremendous fear. They would worship God out of fear also. This isn’t what God wants. Do you want your children to obey you because they saw what happened to Sally when she lied about her bad grade in math?

God is more like us than we realize. We are created in His image, making us similar to Him. All the things we love about life, God loves also. He loves the brilliant sunsets, the fragrance of lilacs after the rain, a walk along the beach with the warmth of the sun on His back and the scent of lemons in the lemonade.

He doesn’t have a physical body, you say? Sure He does, He lives in the body He gave you and the one He gave me. We are intertwined, God and I. He always lives up to His side of the covenant, but I let Him down quite a lot.

If I could God one thing, I would give Him my ears so He could tell me how disappointed He is in all of us. I would listen as He cried in despair when He talked about abortion and the divorce rate. I would lend Him my shoulder to lend on as He spoke about the sorry state of government and the state of churches that are putting their seal of approval on all manner of sin.

You know, I think I can give Him that. I believe I can hear Him talking about these things now and asking me, “Do you feel the pain of all this sin, as I do?” God is asking us, “Are you as disgusted as I am? Are you ready for the new world order that Christ is bringing with Himself?”

Listen. If you get still and listen, you can hear the sadness in the heart of God. Talk with God and share your day, but listen to Him when you have finished. After all, that is what friends do for each other.

Another Award: Very Sweet Blogger Award


English: deflour rhum chocolate cake and vanil...

English: deflour rhum chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

German chocolate cake from a bakery

German chocolate cake from a bakery (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: Choc Rose Cake

English: Choc Rose Cake (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have received an award from My Daily Minefield Blog. If you haven’t checked out this blog yet, you have no idea what you are missing. There are so many interesting articles about the great planet we live on. I am inspired every time I stop by. This blog will not disappoint visitors.

I try to be sweet, and kind, and kind of off the wall now and then. I don’t want to give anyone tooth decay by being too sweet, so I speak my mind now and then whenever something bothers me or when I see stupidity or injustice in the world. Other than that, I am usually meek and mild.

Here are the rules:

You must thank the person who gave you the award. Please mention them on your blog and provide a link so others can find out how awesome they are. You must answer a few sweet questions, then send the award on to other sweet, deserving bloggers.

My Questions and Answers:

Super Sweet Questions to Answer:

1.  Cookies or Cake?   Both. Who can choose just one?

2.  Chocolate or Vanilla?   If I am forced at gunpoint, chocolate. I love that warm, smooth, velvety stuff melting inside my mouth.

3.  What is your favorite sweet treat?  Chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream

4.  When do you crave sweet things most?  At night, when I write. (This was Daily Minefield’s answer, but it holds true for me also.)

5.  If you had a sweet nickname, what would it be?  Sweetness. For real, a special person calls me that. I swear.

Other sweet bloggers I know:

One Point Safety

Arlen Shah

Ardent P.T.

Chris Martin

Short Little Rebel

Naomikko

85 Degrees

The Critical Eye

Do you know me?


Cover of "I Love Being a Woman (Focus on ...

Cover via Amazon

People are such strange creatures. We take forever sizing up a person before we let them into our private lives, if ever. We categorize people as far as who gets to see us do what. The mail carrier probably knows more about us than we would like, but he or she doesn’t get to see us in curlers, nor would we invite him to go fishing with us next weekend, unless he happened to be a close friend to begin with.

We go to church with many different people. We love them. Some of them are close friends, while others are acquaintances. We really wouldn’t want those we aren’t close with to just pop over to our homes after church. Maybe we left everything a mess. Maybe we were hoping to change from church clothes into really comfy clothes (read, no bra). Maybe the reason we aren’t close friends is because we have heard their views on life and we know we have too many differences to overcome.

We’ve seen certain people every week for years, at the drug store, the gas station, the post office or video store. We know each other by first name. We’ve shared personal information about ourselves and the lives we live. We have laughed together, cried together when their dog died after 25 years, and shared valuable information that has helped them and us. Still, do we send them an invitation to our daughter’s wedding or our son’s graduation?

Everyone on planet Earth has done the close friend, mere acquaintance, beloved family member and barely know their first name, dance.  They have heard our good news. We’ve won the lottery. They all believe themselves to be our very best friends. Surely, we will share – quite a bit, actually – with every person we have ever known and thousands we did not know existed.

We may not know ourselves as well as we think. We may believe we would willingly give ten percent to the church, ten percent to charity and several thousands to people we know who could use a friendly hand out. No matter how well we think we know ourselves, God knows us better.

Maybe we don’t win the lottery because God knows it would cause heartache when we learned our favorite brother was expecting more than the piddling amount of $200,000 we gave him and he no longer wants to associate with us. He feels slighted. God knows that our parents would be hurt that we did not send at least $25,000 to each family member back in Italy – France – Mexico – Poland – Iran, etc.

You know more about me than many people I see in person. Still, there are things you don’t yet know:

  1. I am the most forgiving person you will ever meet. Just ask for forgiveness and you are forgiven.
  2. If I have only enough bread and meat for one sandwich, I will give the sandwich to you and say, “I am not hungry.”
  3. I believe we are living in the last days of the Age of Grace. Soon, God will remove Grace from the face of the earth.
  4. My feelings can be easily hurt, but I will never let you know that you hurt my feelings. Maybe it was not intentional.
  5. If you buy a present for me that does not fit, is not a color I like, I can’t use or isn’t something I would hang on my wall, you will never know. If you bought or made a gift for me, you thought of me. That is enough.
  6. If we disagree on politics or religion or both, I won’t argue with you about these things. We just won’t bring up the subject. I don’t want to argue. Life is too short.
  7. Don’t hurt my family. I would die for them. That should tell you how unpleasant your life would be if you hurt them.
  8. I believe in romance. I believe you can be married one year or fifty, but the romance can be as strong as it was the first day you met.
  9. I believe divorce is often unavoidable, but it is not a part of God’s perfect plan. God knew how difficult it would be for children. He does not want the children hurt by divorce. However, sometimes divorce is needed to save the children from the abusive parent.
  10. I cry when people dump cats and dogs as if they were unfeeling insects. They love you. They thought they were loved by you. They are as innocent and as helpless as small children. If you can’t take care of them, take them to a shelter.
  11. You don’t have to like me, but don’t pretend that you do. I would rather have one true friend than five hundred people who say they are friends with me, yet treat me as if my time and thoughts were nothing to consider.
  12. We can disagree on a matter and still be friendly toward each other. Heck, no two people ever agreed 100% of the time on 100% of things. Life would be boring if we all thought alike and acted alike.
  13. I am not superstitious. I don’t care that you sent me an email about acknowledging Jesus and receiving a blessing when I forward it to 12 people. God doesn’t work that way. Do you really believe God will punish you for not forwarding an email? He won’t rain down blessings because you do, either. That is just phishing. Someone wants your email address to sell you something
  14. I am old fashioned. I love being a woman. I love the role God gave me. I don’t want to be just like the men. I understand there are some things women aren’t suited for. There are many things men aren’t suited for. I do believe both sexes are intelligent. Both should be paid the same if both jobs are the same and both do the same amount of work.
  15. I may not ever get to meet you in person, but I love you. When you hurt, I hurt. When you rejoice, I rejoice. If I hurt you in any way, let me know. I want a chance to say I am sorry.

Do you know me? Not yet, but you are beginning to know me better. I hope you continue on this life journey with me. Who knows what we may discover together.

Versatile Blogger Award


The Versatile Blogger Award

The Versatile Blogger Award (Photo credit: nhighberg)

Chocolates

Chocolates (Photo credit: J. Paxon Reyes)

The versatile Blogger Award

A blogger of great importance has honored me by nominating me for the Versatile Blogger Award. Dear Kitty. Some Blog is a place you would want to check out. You will learn about things that don’t ordinarily make the news because they are too controversial. All governments have issues they would rather sweep under the rug. Petrel will also show you new discoveries, art and ancient finds.

These are the rules:

If you are nominated, thank the person who nominated you and link to their blog. Tell seven things about yourself and nominate bloggers whom you fell are versatile in their blogging.

Seven things.

1. I love chocolate. I know, everyone loves chocolate, but I only eat chocolate that is beginning to melt. I like soft, warm chocolate in my mouth.

2. I really, really love to eat fresh veggies from the garden. I grow tomatoes, potatoes, peppers, turnips, cabbage, peas, beans, squash, broccoli, lettuce, cucumbers, herbs and so much more.

3. I actually have fun scooping up worm casting to fertilize my gardens.

4. My favorite colors are red, pink, purple and violet blue.

5. A bear visits my home two or three times a year. He just comes through to eat grubs and wild honey, then he is on his way again.

6. I find it awesome when someone gives me an award. It means they had to specifically think of me at that moment.

7. I know how to sew, crochet, embroider, and make dolls. I am learning how to knit.

My nominees are:

1. On The Edge Again

2. VERDE DESPERTAR

3. Writing is the Supreme Solace

4. Archana

5. Torey Richards

6. My Food And Flowers

7. Photography Art Plus

8. Short Little Rebel

9. Ardentpt

10. Nafees Ahmed

Spring: New Life


Flame azalea

Flame azalea (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

One of the first signs of spring - Bradford Pe...

One of the first signs of spring – Bradford Pear (Pyrus calleryana) trees turn white with thousands of these blossoms. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Flame Azalea, Rhododendron calendulaceum offse...

Flame Azalea, Rhododendron calendulaceum offset color reproduction of painting (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

To me, there is no place more beautiful than the North Georgia Mountains in the spring. Everything here blooms in brilliant color. I never knew there were so many natural, wild plants with so much color and character. I know, it isn’t quite spring yet, but I can feel it in the air.

When we moved to our place here in the mountains, no one had ever lived on this land except the animals. We had to build a road, a driveway, a septic tank and a well. There was nothing here except nature. We’ve tried to leave as much natural as we possibly could. One reason was the rare orchids growing here. I was as excited as a three-year-old finding Easter eggs my first spring on the mountain.

Lady Slipper, Rattlesnake Plantain, Trillium, Wild Ginger, Little Brown Jugs, Crested Dwarf iris, Goat’s Beard and Mountain Mint are just a few of the many wild flowers growing all around me. In spring, everything comes to life. The cherry trees bloom, the Flame azalea blazes across the creek in bright orange flowers. When the Bradford pear trees bloom out, they form huge balls of white flowers. Did I mention how fragrant it was in the spring?

Spring means new life. Every flower is a gift from God. If you have ever wondered if God loves you, he loves you so much that He brings you flowers every day in spring. God has given us all the things that He loves. God loves the music of the water as it flows across the rocks. He loves to listen to the birds sing as they build nests in which they will bring forth new life. If you love it, God loved it first and decided to share with us.

I am currently re-potting many of my flowers that have outgrown their small pots. This isn’t labor, it is a joy to me. I push back the leaves under the grape arbor and scoop up the worm castings to feed my plants. The worms eat the soil and rot of the forest floor and give it back as amended soil, rich with all the nutrients a plant could need. Try to tell me that God did not design all things to work together to provide all we would ever need. I won’t believe you because I know whom I believeth and am convinced that He is able to keep that which I’ve committed unto Him against that day.

I am sharing a few of my favorite spring flowers. I pray your spring brings new life. Photo0436 Photo0437

Now That She is Older


Dream girl

Dream girl (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

Now that she is older,

she’s a little bolder;

turning a cold shoulder

when he played her for a fool.

She’s a little bolder,

now that she is older,

doing what she wants

instead of only what he’s told her.

She’s begun to dream again,

now that she is bolder.

She wants a man to love her

the way he said he did.

Asteroid predicted to strike New Jersey


Timelapse of Asteroid 2004 FH's flyby (NASA/JP...

Timelapse of Asteroid 2004 FH’s flyby (NASA/JPL Public Domain) 2004 FH is the centre dot being followed by the sequence; the object that flashes by near the end is an artificial satellite. Images obtained by Stefano Sposetti, Switzerland on March 18, 2004. Animation made Raoul Behrend, Geneva Observatory, Switzerland. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Asteroid predicted to pass by Earth: Nasa says there is no danger that the asteroid will hit earth on February 15. In an article found in The Guardian, “Although they wouldn’t cause a global catastrophe if they impact the Earth, they still do a lot of regional destruction,” said Lindley Johnson, who oversees the Near-Earth Object Observations Programme at Nasa headquarters in Washington DC.

A dear friend of mine told me about 18 months ago that an asteroid would strike the earth near the end of 2012 or the early months of 2013. Jerry said it would hit New Jersey. Jerry happens to live in New Jersey.

Jerry has never predicted anything that hasn’t come true. He spends about eight hours a day in meditation and prayer with Jehovah God. Jerry saw the destruction in a dream he had several days in the same week. He has been preaching and teaching people in New Jersey about the coming destruction. God gave Jerry a mission to fulfill.

Scientists say the asteroid will not come close enough to earth to strike it. Given a choice between scientists and God, I listen to God every time. Scientists have told too many whoppers for me to start believing them now. Have you ever watched some of the documentaries where scientists claim to pinpoint the day something happened 300 million years ago through carbon dating?

Scientists are people who make up stories to receive grants so they can continue to pretend they actually work. Who is going to dispute what they report? Its a great job if you can get it. In fact, they only predict how far from earth they think the asteroid will pass by.

Let’s say that the scientists are spot on about how far away the asteroid really is. What would happen if it struck something else in its path? Could something like that cause the asteroid to turn, ultimately striking New Jersey? I think it could. God created the earth, I think he could do whatever He wanted to do. In fact, God doesn’t even need a plausible reason for the asteroid to strike earth.

For the sake of New Jersey, I hope Jerry is wrong. Still, it gives me chills when I think of the conversation Jerry and I had before the asteroid had been discovered. What are the odds that Jerry would have a vision of an asteroid striking earth about this time and there being an asteroid predicted to come closer to the earth than any other asteroid of this size?

Poor Andy


Amos & Andy

Amos & Andy

English: Kitten

English: Kitten (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This is Amos and Andy, except Amos doesn’t live here any more. I am ahead of myself. Let’s go back about eight years to 2005.

“Did you know that there are two very little kittens in my shop? I haven’t seen a mama cat around either,” my husband said casually.

“Kittens? Where, how long have they been there? What have they been eating? Are they okay?” I had a dozen questions and Mike‘s head was spinning.

“Just go out to the shop and see if they will come to you. They run from me. They are wild, you know.” I knew about wild cats. I’ve tried to tame a few over the years, unsuccessfully. If a newborn kitten isn’t held by a human several times before he is six weeks old, he will never be domesticated. I was afraid my window of opportunity was fast closing.

The two little boy kittens were so starved, yet they did not trust me and would not come out from behind a box of stored Christmas decorations. I used a soft voice and called to them. Finally, I went back to the house and opened a can of cream. I diluted the cream with a little warm water and set two bowls close to the box. I left the shop, but peeked around the corner to see if they would drink the cream.

My two kitties lapped up the cream and gradually graduated to solid foods. I would place their food bowls a little closer to the house every day. It took two weeks to get them out of the shop – the only home they had ever known and the last place they had seen their furry mother alive. They looked for her return daily. I came to the conclusion that she had gotten hit by a passing car while out foraging for food.

By the time the kittens were two months old, I had gotten them halfway between the shop and the house at feeding time. They would play together as I watched, but would keep an eye on me. If I made advances toward them, they fled back to the shop where they slept at night.

It was around dusk one evening in early summer, I was sitting on the ground near the kittens when their play-fighting landed Amos in my lap. He freaked out and flipped twice before escaping my lap. I sat as still as a statue. Amos was curious as he reached out and touched my bare leg with his paw. I made no move. He decided I was no danger and began to explore me carefully, touching my face, playing with my hair and finally, rubbing his head against my cheek.

The soft down of Amos’s kitty fur smelled so sweet. He exhausted himself playing with me as Andy watched from a distance. I could tell that Andy wanted to be brave and explore me, but he just couldn’t muster the courage. Amos, now tired, allowed me to hold him in my hand. As I stroked his soft belly, he left out a big sigh and closed his tiny eyes. He had found his new mama and was content. Andy decided he did not want to be left out. Hesitantly, Andy joined his brother, insisting upon lying next to him. It was a perfect, beautiful moment between me and my two adopted sons. I had gained their trust completely.

Born wild, the kittens would play together and with me indoors during the day, but when night came, they wanted out. Mike fashioned them a house under the porch out of a heavy plastic bin. The bin was turned upside down and had a section removed for coming and going. It had plush carpet for a floor and warm blankets to lie upon.  And so, the brothers began their life journey with me.

Be sure and return to learn more about these sweet animals and why Amos doesn’t live here any more.