Moments of Silence

It’s early morning and all is quiet. A gnawing noise wakes me from a deep and peaceful slumber. It sounded like a mouse chewing on wood nearby. To my further investigation I found my cat at the foot of my bed, on the floor eating a mouse. I was grateful she caught it, but really? Out of all the rooms to choose from she had to choose mine? Ew.

Sometimes-i-regret-being-niceShe had no regrets. She knows her worth and did a good job catching that mouse. Wanting to show me a job well done and knowing where I was that time of morning all makes sense. By the look on my face she knew it was time to take her treasure and leave. I went back to sleep.

If you live in Texas you’re going to encounter Scorpions. Bailey and I have become a pro at killing these vicious creatures. My faithful dog, Mochee was on the front porch with me yesterday evening. He was looking at me, tail wagging, happy to be in my presence, when I spotted a scorpion.

He saw it and jumped out of the way but not before it stung him on his paw. He started howling and jumping around in pain! The scorpion ran away, so Mochee did his job. I scooped him up and comforted him as he licked the injury.

It reminded me of that Bruno Mars song, Grenade and I went to look it up. My animals love their people so much! I woke up this morning assessing if the people in my life do. I am a woman of valor and deserve the very best God has for me. He gives me His best so I can share it with others. This morning, I have realized I need to make wiser choices.

Two weeks ago, our cat Marsha had kittens. She gave birth in her kennel and they lived there for a while. Bailey and I looked in one day and they were gone. She had moved them to a basket of blankets tucked in a corner of the mud room. I hear a ruckus and walk in to find her moving them from the basket, to under the water heater. It doesn’t look like the safest place to me, but I will trust her judgement. She will obviously take a grenade for them too.

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