Good morning,
I pray the day finds you well.
I woke up today and (maybe because of the rain) I was feeling a bit blah, a bit like my cat. If I pick him up first thing in the morning he is just as likely to bite me as purr, it is a crap shoot what will happen. Normally I am a morning person, happy to see the day, and ready to take it on, kind of like my dog wakes up. Ben wakes up ready to give kisses and hugs. Excited for the day.
But today I woke up feeling like my cat.
As I shuffled through the dark house getting ready for work and really not feeling like doing anything a thought came to mind. A thought I hadn't thought in years.
It was my "Pet Diaries" thought. I wrote about it years ago and had not thought about it in just about that long. But the thought of it snapped me out of my funk. I thought I would share it again, just in case you are in a funk too.
Here it goes:
Pet Diaries: Dog vs. Cat...
The
Dog's Diary:
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
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The Cat's Diary:
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine
lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed some sort of dry
nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I
nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing
that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I
once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its
headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their
hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely
made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.
Jerks!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in
solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the
noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power
of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my
advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again
tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog
receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more
than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an
informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain
that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for
him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now.
I will be a dog today!
Sometimes I need a reminder of the gift of life and the wonderment of a new day.
This is the beginning of a new day.
God has given me this day to use as I will.
I can waste it or use it for good.
What I do today is important,
Because I’m exchanging a day of my life for it.
When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever,
Leaving in it’s place something that I have traded for it.
I want it to be gain, not loss;
Good, not evil; Success, not failure,
In order that I shall not regret the price I paid for it.
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