'...Be it known...that we will not...' Daniel 3:18 KJV
I have decided that i do not want pets much any more.
Sort of.
The "sort of" came as an after thought because as i typed that first sentence Nixon was looking at me with his sad, droopy eyes. He then resigned himself to his unwantedness on my germ ridden filthy couch that used to be a beautiful off white colour, and rested his chin on the arm.
I have scrubbed his filth off of my couches so many times over the last 3 years that there is barely any material left on my couches - and every time i scrub them again - the cloth ends up black.
My animal hair and dirt covered lounge suite is a health hazard.
Every morning when i wake up i barely make it to the bathroom before falling on my face - thanks to a cat that cannot wait ten seconds for me to actually open my eyes properly before screaming at me for food. Cats feel the need to get under my feet before i am allowed in the bathroom. Every. Single. Morning.
The fact that the silly things still have food left over from the previous night in their bowls - every single morning - does nothing to start my day off very good.
Somehow while i am feeding the ferals someone always manages to sneak in to the shower before me. This leaves me time to wipe down all the flat surfaces in my lounge and kitchen. This is a good thing because it gives me time to let out every profanity that i can think of - just to get the bad start to my day out of my system - while i wipe white cat hair off of everything within sight. Without this special time every morning my coffee table and dining room table would be covered in three inches of cat hair.
It is always nice to know that your cat's butt has been sitting on your dining room table while you have been asleep. I love it.
Last night - for all of my hard work and to show some gratitude - OJ the cat caught a rat that was about 6 inches long (not including the tail), chewed it's neck until it looked like something that i once saw someone vomit up after mixing red wine with a bottle of vodka, then left it in the middle of my kitchen floor for me to find when i got up for a glass of water in the middle of the night.
Thank you T, for getting rid of the rat for me while i chanted "I don't want to live on a domestic pet farm any more" while rocking back and forth in the foetal position.
Don't even get me started on the fact that Nixon hates the rain so much that he refuses to go outside to take a leak. The other morning it took me five minutes to work out why the bottoms of the legs of my jammies were wet.
I don't want pets any. more.
Any takers?
Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego had achieved career success, so they had nothing to gain by challenging the king of Babylon. So, why did they? Because he ordered them to disobey God and violate their convictions by bowing down in worship before a pagan image. No doubt they could have reasoned, 'Better a live dog than a dead lion. If we stay alive, maybe we can do good for God and for others.'
That philosophy would have convinced many of us, so why not them? Because they realised that Nebuchadnezzar was not the reason for their success. He may have been an instrument God used to promote them, but he was not the source of either their significance or their security. Those two things came from God - and they understood that you can't abandon the principles of God and walk in the blessings of God. You don't grieve the One who controls everything, just to get along with those who think they control everything. There will always be those who think they know what you should do.
But these three Hebrew boys knew better: '...Our God whom we serve is able...' (Daniel 3:17 KJV). Able to do what? '...Able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think...' (Ephesians 3:20 NKJV). By refusing to bow, when bowing seemed like the expedient thing to do, they turned the hearts of a nation to God. Now, your influence may not be that widespread, but one thing you can count on: others are watching who will be influenced by the stand you take. So ask God to strengthen you, and do the right thing!
I have decided that i do not want pets much any more.
Sort of.
The "sort of" came as an after thought because as i typed that first sentence Nixon was looking at me with his sad, droopy eyes. He then resigned himself to his unwantedness on my germ ridden filthy couch that used to be a beautiful off white colour, and rested his chin on the arm.
I have scrubbed his filth off of my couches so many times over the last 3 years that there is barely any material left on my couches - and every time i scrub them again - the cloth ends up black.
My animal hair and dirt covered lounge suite is a health hazard.
Every morning when i wake up i barely make it to the bathroom before falling on my face - thanks to a cat that cannot wait ten seconds for me to actually open my eyes properly before screaming at me for food. Cats feel the need to get under my feet before i am allowed in the bathroom. Every. Single. Morning.
The fact that the silly things still have food left over from the previous night in their bowls - every single morning - does nothing to start my day off very good.
Somehow while i am feeding the ferals someone always manages to sneak in to the shower before me. This leaves me time to wipe down all the flat surfaces in my lounge and kitchen. This is a good thing because it gives me time to let out every profanity that i can think of - just to get the bad start to my day out of my system - while i wipe white cat hair off of everything within sight. Without this special time every morning my coffee table and dining room table would be covered in three inches of cat hair.
It is always nice to know that your cat's butt has been sitting on your dining room table while you have been asleep. I love it.
Last night - for all of my hard work and to show some gratitude - OJ the cat caught a rat that was about 6 inches long (not including the tail), chewed it's neck until it looked like something that i once saw someone vomit up after mixing red wine with a bottle of vodka, then left it in the middle of my kitchen floor for me to find when i got up for a glass of water in the middle of the night.
Thank you T, for getting rid of the rat for me while i chanted "I don't want to live on a domestic pet farm any more" while rocking back and forth in the foetal position.
Don't even get me started on the fact that Nixon hates the rain so much that he refuses to go outside to take a leak. The other morning it took me five minutes to work out why the bottoms of the legs of my jammies were wet.
I don't want pets any. more.
Any takers?
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