Janet's two cats are now at the bungalow, in their new home. Nute and Pen picked them up on the day that Storm Arwen was raging. So they have re-named it Storm Janet. It was a momentous day for the cats - they are rescues, and very shy - not used to people.
However, while one is still in hiding, safe in the house, the catflap will not come into play until they are well settled obviously, one is, well I will let my sister tell it: "These cats are "not well socialised and very timid", which is probably why the most timid one is sitting on the table in front of me eating my porridge, dipping her tail in my tea, and uttering loud threats at next door's cat who thinks my garden is his. Her daughter is still in hiding, but will come out for food and a quick stroke."
It is looking good! Janet would have been very pleased to see them settling in so well, and so quickly. My sister has a lovely garden for them - rambling and with lots of wild bits. My other sister has a lovely garden too, but they also have a large and bouncy dog on the premises, so I don't think the cats could have settled so quickly.
On Monday morning, we woke up to a white-ish world - we had had a small fall of snow overnight. It looked lovely, but was nothing compared to what Storm Janet had given the rest of the UK. I am glad it was not a Detectorist day, as the roads would have been a worry. Captain B and Jim had a good day out yesterday, and the Captain found a 1917 farthing.
If that farthing could talk, and had it ever been to Sheffield in its travels, might it remember me? I could have spent it in the sweet shop on a Saturday (pocket money day), It might have bought me an aniseed ball. I seem to remember they were 4 for a penny.
Sweets were strictly rationed in my youth - initially by food rationing and then by sensible parenting. Which is probably one reason why I still have most of my own teeth. Although having said that my dental surgery crisis continues with no end in sight.
How much I need to remember that Jehovah is going to "make all things new". My body is wearing out fast, and I only hope that my mind won't be following it. We, the damaged children of disobedient Adam, have never yet known what it is to be truly alive, let alone perfect. But that is what our Creator is offering us - the life and perfection our first parents so tragically lost.
Please don't turn down the offer.
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