Monthly Archives: May 2014

I adore my little kitty who has terminal kidney failure. Well, I adore them all, but Miss Daffy returns the appreciation a bit more than others.

However, the other evening there was some commotion in the corner of the living room we now consider hers. You see, for years, she has deferred to her sister’s authority. It’s not that she likes to, but her sister is literally twice her size, large, and in charge. Miss Daisy has the attitude of a matriarch with a bit of an attitude that she was born first and should always be first … in all things … no matter the situation, time of day, or who else might be in need more. Miss Daffy is usually a peacekeeper, and avoids Miss Daisy’s bad and/or bossy side.

Yet there are other cats in the house. Both of whom came about 8 years after Miss Daffy and Miss Daisy. Therefore, they are underlings of my sister kitties. Usually, the newer kitties, if they fight, have spats with each other. Rarely do they push it with my now “elderly” cats (I don’t like thinking of them as that old!).

Since Miss Daffy’s terminal diagnosis, we have somewhat set her up in one of two wing chairs. Until that time, she and her sister would sit where ever they pleased in the evening in the living room, and they would occasionally swap seats at some point during the evening. In the last few months, Daffy has only sat in the chair to the south of the room where we have water for her and extra padding on the seat.

Last night, one of the other cats climbed onto the top of the back of Miss Daffy’s chair. Shortly there after, Miss Daffy did her best to beat the crap out of the offending cat! And that cat also weighs – literally – twice as much as herself. It’s been a couple of days, and the other kitty is still a bit skittish of Miss Daffy.

Apparently, that is now officially her chair, and no other feline is welcome to it. Not even the top of the chair where Miss Daffy would surely not deem suitable for sitting. Matters not – it’s hers now, and it’s hers for defending.

Moral of the Story: No matter how bad it gets, there are ways you can stand up for yourself. Take charge of your own life … no matter the diagnosis.

Today I accidentally made a funny at church. I was to be part of the liturgy team today and read Genesis 3:1-13. I had skimmed it looking for difficult words. I find that when I read the scripture thoroughly before reading it in front of the congregation, I make lots of mistakes. If I have a generic understanding of the text, I do much better. Except today.

Today, right before I went up, I remembered the subject of the scripture, and started laughing to myself. It’s the one where there is some blaming going around, and that just made me giggle.

As I read through it, by the time I got to ⁸ Then the man and his wife heard the sound of the Lord God as he was walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and they hid from the Lord God among the trees of the garden. ⁹ But the Lord God called to the man, “Where are you?”

¹⁰ He answered, “I heard you in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; so I hid.”

¹¹ And he said, “Who told you that you were naked? Have you eaten from the tree that I commanded you not to eat from?”

By now, I’m laughing quite hard in my head. I know Adam is going to throw his wife under the bus. And then I read it out loud:

¹² The man said, “The woman you put here with me—she gave me some fruit from the tree, and I ate it.”

That’s it, I start laughing out loud. I added in that line somewhere, “Thanks Adam!” Seriously, this is scripture with some blame game. He doesn’t even address her as his wife or by her name. Just, “the woman you put here with me.” That also puts blame on God!

I was able to finish:

¹³ Then the Lord God said to the woman, “What is this you have done?”

The woman said, “The serpent deceived me, and I ate.”

Fortunately, the congregation laughed with me, and then Pastor mentioned he can see how I’d find it funny, but he finds another portion funny. You’ll have to ask him about that – it was the basis of the sermon.

For the first time that I can recall, I was thanked for my boo-boo. Several women after the service said they also find that bit of scripture either funny or upsetting. How kind of Adam to blame us. Granted Eve blames the snake, so she’s not without blemish. In the end, we had a great service. Especially since when I helped serve communion, the Pastor held the grape juice, so I didn’t spill any on myself or others. Although I was dressed for it – I always try to wear dark colors for serving communion … or eating marina.