April 17, 2009
See before you two apparently happy cats.
Everyone was behaving themselves – little cat in little bed, bigger cat in bigger bed…and then…Sammy decided she wanted to nap in Emmaline’s bed and pushed her out.
Em is so good. She knows that in family life, harmony is important and some things are just not worth quarreling over.
It’s a good lesson to learn.
April 13, 2009
Late last night we received these pics of Minou in his new home.
He appears to be adapting to his new surroundings little by little. We receive news of him from N’s aunt which I think is so kind of her to send. I have a mind to visit him this Saturday since he is settling in so well. 🙂
I miss him alot and I think the other cats wonder where he is. At least Emmaline does. She appears to be looking for him. They did spend a year together. Sammy, on the other hand, is oblivious. Just her usual, playful self.
This morning E was lying on the carpet beside the couch. I saw Sammy walk along the top of the couch back and look down at E. I thought, “she isn’t really going to jump on her is she?” How could I doubt it? The next thing I knew she had landed squarely on E who merely got up and shook her off.
I guess somethings don’t change.
April 12, 2009
The resurrection of Christ matters because it shows that God reversed man’s verdict concerning Jesus.
Man has long wanted to live without God ever since that first rejection of Him in the garden. But even before that moment, in the most splendid love, He determined to give Himself to bring us back to Him, the source of everything good, the source of Life.
Evil is not a thing. It is the absence of righteousness and a personal affront to God. We don’t have any perfection of our own. Jesus lived the perfect life we were meant to live and credited that righteousness to the account of all those who trust in Him. He paid their sin debt and gives them real and everlasting life.
Could He forgive so much? Yes. Faith is nothing more than confidence. Confidence in Christ is well placed.
April 11, 2009
Laguna Beach is a favorite spot. Food, art, sun, shops, ice cream. For as long as I can remember it has been the site of famous art shows every summer. The most expensive is The Pageant of the Masters. Replicas of famous paintings are recreated in 3-D on sets with live people. It is supposed to be fantastic. I never could afford to go.
Then I began to hear of another similar pageant in Pales Verdes. Celebrating their 24th year this Easter season, and Pageant of our Lord has become renown. They must have professionals volunteering because the lighting, costumes, and sets are impeccable. It is absolutely amazing. When my parents showed me the photographs in the program I thought I was looking at the paintings and statues themselves. “No, those are the actors,” said Mom.
So, inviting some friends to come along, we drove up to Pales Verdes for an amazing evening and my first taste of this art form. I must say I was astounded. My favorite display was deVinci’s, The Last Supper. Usually the curtain was pulled back with all the people in place. For this piece, the only the background set was in place and then each actor came on stage and took his place. When each were seated the lights changed and it looked as though you were seeing a large tableau.
Here is a stained glass of the Ascension. You are looking at live people with painted background. The photo can’t do it justice. Wish you could have seen the whole thing!
April 11, 2009
When we decided we had to give Minou up I felt mixed feelings about it. I wanted him to be happy and not stressed by the other cats, but I love him and felt attached and I didn’t want him to think I abandoned him. I know cats probably do not “think”, but I felt like a traitor.
This morning I saw Minou running away from Sammy who was again chasing him for the fun of it. I knew we were giving him up for a good reason. We packed everything in the car and brought him to his new home. He was dubious. He was actually afraid, shaking even. I sat beside him on the floor for a long time. He went in and out of the carrier several times and then planted himself by the screen door where he could look at the birds and smell the air.
After he had explored the room awhile and seen where all of his things were located and looked more relaxed. I hugged and kissed him goodbye while his eyes were riveted on the birds. Nik and I left. Later, Nikki’s aunt said that after we left, Minou cried for about five minutes, but then he quieted down and let them pet him. Poor fellow. I know he doesn’t understand but I hope he will be happy soon. As for me, well, I am sad today. Everywhere I look around the house and in the garden I expect to see him.
I suppose the girls are trying to cheer me up. So far they have been pulling flowers out of vases, throwing the petals around, chasing each other everywhere, and banging on the walls to get my attention. They are cute and fun and I love them but they are not Minou.
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