Cats and Dogs

CATS AND DOGS

by me

Sonny bustles

Very busy

On his four short legs

Mats rustle

As Sasha scuttles

Under Mara’s bed

Sonny wants very much

To make friends

And rushes round the bed

Wagging at both ends

A furry face

Peeps out

And Sasha hisses

This Sonny takes to mean

Love and kisses

Sasha miaows for help to come

We all shout

C A T S!

Sonny rushes from the room

With frenzied yaps

“Sorry, Sasha, can’t stop

There are lots of  C A T S to see off.”

Sasha sits a’puzzling

Then the penny drops

You don’t know what a C A T is

You great daft dog.

This little poem - or rather verse - commemorates a moment from Planet Expat when Pat's dog wanted to make friends with Mara's cat. And how long ago it all was. Which reminds me of why I used to write poetry (and verse) back then. I was becoming aware of how short our lives are now, how quickly they go, how the moments just fly past. And I wanted to capture some of those moments as they flew by. And so I did. This is not a moment I remember at all, it was so long ago. But what a lovely dog and cat they were.

When looking for "dogs" and "cats" in Col's Photo Gallery, I came across the sign of one of our favourite Sheffield pubs. I thought it might well do to head this blog. They used to serve the best apple crumble and custard ever, have a lovely veggie option on for the main, and there was no music, no noisy machines. Suited us (and Ken) down to the ground.

Storm Benjamin has been and gone, on Thursday. It blew a few leaves about here and there was a bit of rain, but apparently other parts of the UK got a much stronger version of it. Its a good thing it was not fierce down here as the big bonfire and its attendant fairground have already arrived on The Green, and it could have blown them all to bits.

I managed to get a bit of energy back - probably from the meeting at the Kingdom Hall on Thursday - and got some much needed housework done. However, the result was I was up in the early hours, with severe pain in my "good" shoulder, trying to organise some painkillers and some food to take with them.

Col is at home today which is lovely, so if my shoulder continues to be bad he will help me get what I need off the shelves, etc. T'he soup for lunch is made - and I now have to make his packed lunch for tomorrow and do my Watchtower study - also for tomorrow. The article for tomorrow is "Accept Jehovah's Love" - which is very comforting.

We all feel how imperfect we are and may feel we are not deserving of love. But what Jehovah is holding out to us is "undeserved kindness" - and when He reads our hearts, he sees the wonderful potential that every one of us has. Jehovah IS love, and his love is the force that created and sustains the universe.