They take turns playing Pounce and Chase. But it's utterly ridiculous to see the little guy pounce on the big boy. As a matter of fact, Toesies can walk under Banshee, between his legs. I just have to get my camera fixed, and Calichef has to get down here to show me how the scanner works. I don't even know where to hook it up.

Anyway...Toesies gets thrown into "durance vile" from time to time. Especially when I want to go to bed and he wants to play. And when he wakes me up two hours earlier than I intended to get up. I give him plenty of chances to settle down, but then he gets put in the back bedroom with the door closed.

When I finally get up and open the door to his prison, guess what? He's sound asleep.

Don't know when I'm going to do about Toesie's feeding schedule. So far I have to put him in the room and close the door, or Banshee will end up eating his food. I haven't quite figured out when Toesies is hungry enough to eat, except when I give both cats their treat of canned food. But Toesies gets baby food (from the Vet) and Banshee gets big boy food.

Toesies has taken it into his head that he's a typist. Right now he's on my shoulder watching my fingers, but a few minutes ago he was all over the keyboard. He is NOT a typist. Trust me on this.

I had to cut some toenails. The little guy climbs all over everything, including me. I have snags all over a brand new knit shirt because of those sharp little claws. He wasn't happy, and I had to bundle him in a towel to get the job done. But I couldn't take those little needles in my flesh any longer.

Have you ever had a kitten stick his nose in your ear and start purring? It tickles!!!! And trying to distract him took some doing. I finally got him interested in taking a nap on my lap, and I got to read some more of a book Dreamerbooks sent me. (I know you're reading this, and I want to thank you again. It is very interesting!)

Any time I have flowers in the house Banshee wants to taste them. I don't know if any of them are poisonous, but I'd just as soon not have gnawed petals on my flowers. So I bought some cat grass at the pet store. Toesies has sampled it, but Banshee made a feast of it. Then threw up on the carpet. I tried to herd him back to the kitchen linoleum, but he upchucked before I could divert him. Tch!

And I wanted another cat?

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Quote #2:

"Instead of pointing a finger, you hold out your hand."

Have you ever thought of how easy it is to point a finger? Aha! Aha! is so easy. Someone once observed (and I wish I could remember who said it) that every time you point a finger, there are three more pointing back at YOU.

Someone else said that we clearly see the faults of others, but fail to see our own. And sometimes what we see in others is exactly what we need to
correct in ourselves.

Yes, I've caught myself being judgmental, and even worse, being judgmental without all the facts. I tried to teach my children to be caring toward others and not rush to judgments. They're not perfect, of course, but I think they absorbed that particular effort toward teaching kindness to others.

I remember when I was a teen-ager, I was told that since I came from a "privileged" family, I had an obligation to give back to the community. That was a lesson well learned, but I must confess that the privilege was by marriage only. My people were very ordinary as far as society goes. But they were good people. Decent. Law abiding.

My youngest aunt was fortunate enough to attract a very nice man who just happened to be from one of the pioneer families of the little town I grew up in. And did she ever love being one of "the" matrons of our small pond. That's unkind, I know, and directly contrary to the quote. I should delete this paragraph, but in all honesty, I think I need to be clear about the so-called "privilege." Or am I rationalizing?

But privileged or not, we owe rent for our space here on earth. And we need to be grateful that we're not among the poorest of the poor.

Y'know, I think I'll stop preaching now.

Shalom