My dear friend, Carole has had a rough, spiritually and emotionally difficult month. She is back and I saw her truck today at Planned Parenthood on my way to work, so I stopped by to encourage her.
While chatting, I noticed that she had eye shadow on one eye, but not on the other. Knowing that she would want to know about an oversight such as this, I asked her about it.
As it turned out, it wasn't eye shadow, at all. It seems that she had a run-in with a certain cat. Now, I've had words with this cat myself, but although I lost a little blood, I didn't walk away with a shiner! Yah, a TKO!
What was the cat's name? Was it Sugar Ray Leonard, no I think this one floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee. Wow Meow!
Here, kitty kitty kitty!
2 comments:
Rachel,
The cat's name is Guinness. It is an Irish name, so I guess that explains things. You know how mean the Irish can be...
With love,
Stephen B.
Ouch!
Aye, and the blaggard can't be all bad then, eh? Yes and I saw those Irish eyes just a smilin' as the claws flashed, and it jest made me ol' eyes jest well up, ya know.
Good to hear from you, Pastor Baker.
Rachel
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