Who springs, spins, pounces, pops, flops, flashes, dashes, dances, prances, prowls, twirls, trapezes, rolls, races, scurries, scampers, zips, zooms, darts, dives, frisks, frays, pulverizes, plays, careens, crashes, chases, chills*, charges, checks, meows, muses*, paws, purrs*, bats, bites, nips, naps* and, to be inelegant, flips and flings his poo all over the bathroom? Robby Boy, that's who. Hopefully, the last little item will soon be deleted, I think it's because the Z pack fools with his tender wittle tummy, he had his last dose today. And when he's not doing all of the above, pretty much simultaneously, he flies, swings, hangs (literally, he does, he's a riot) and explores.

(* does in moderation)

I sincerely hope I used every verb in the dictionary in the above paragraph. Yes, and he explores, evades, and escapes if I happen to outwit him, scoop him up and smother him with mommy kisses. It is fun to turn the tables now and again.

We left him the run of the house tonight, with Jazzi, so we could go out for Mike's birthday dinner. When we got home he came skulking out from you know where...the tiny space on the floor beside the dishwasher, which leads to under the counter in the corner. Ha, got that by now? At least he passed the Home Alone test. Jailing him in the bathroom is not going to cut it anymore, Robby needs wide open spaces. He can almost jump up on our high bed, his front paws just catch the top edge of the mattress and you see this little face looking pretty pleased with himself as he's hanging there. He can also leap from the floor through the opening in the back of my wheat back dining chairs. He can get from the floor to my bowl of Organic Cocoa Crispies on the dining table quicker than the speed of light. The fact that I am on the chair and totally in the way means less than nothing to him. Robby, old boy, did that with my orange juice on the computer desk yesterday...lickety split. I can see I am going to be losing a lot of weight, chasing after him. Good.

Robby has also learned to fly through the air and land on Jazzi unawares. He'll "attack" with front paws right on Jazzi's back, one paw on either side of Jazzi's stubby little tail. I do like a cat who can hold his own. Robby hurls himself out of the pantry when clueless Jazzi walks by. Things like that.

In short, Robby peers into every last square inch of my house a dozen times a day, and generally know it better than I do.

Yesterday I finally called a friend who had been on my mind for a couple of weeks. She used to take piano lessons from me and we became good friends. I said, How are you? She said, Not too good, Bill passed away on Friday. I knew her husband had been failing from kidney disease and such and had not really lived at home most of the last couple of years so I wasn't too surprised. I'm glad I called and we can go to his celebration of life tomorrow. It was funny how much she'd been on my mind, there was a reason for it. I'm a strong believer that God impresses these things upon us.

Also, I asked what I could do for her and she wanted a casserole. Not two minutes before, I had finished making lasagna and stuck the larger pan in the freezer, so that was ideal, too. Nice when things fall into place for a change, right? I'll take it to her early next week. Bless her heart, she was always afraid of being alone, but God was merciful and gave her those two years to get used to it and learn that she could, indeed, manage by herself. I am sad for her, but she will be okay in a while. Time maybe doesn't heal, but it certainly lets us adjust.

In the Beth Moore Bible study I'm doing, she said that if God doesn't fill us with the fruit of His Spirit, then how on earth are we going to acquire those traits? Love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance. Galatians 5:22, 23. I'll tell you what, I can't cook them up on my own, no way. Try a million times, it's never going to happen. I like Beth's style, she isn't afraid to share her shortcomings, which I find very encouraging. This study is The Patriarchs, and they had their share of shortcomings, too. If there's one thing that doesn't minister to me, that is someone who broadcasts they have it all together. SHEESH! I need someone who is a REAL person with REAL problems who lives a REAL life. As Beth would say, Anyone with me on this?

Okay, Mike's birthday is really tomorrow (today) and I'm appointed to fix him banana cream pie, so tomorrow is filling up. Bill's service (which, is a little drive), make pie (which is a little project), learn accompaniment for church on Sunday (which is a little worrisome) and eat out with the kids for their dad's birthday (which is a little cheer).

Oh, and my friend sent me an article about how emotionally healthy it is to have a kitty. Even goldfish in the dining rooms of nursing facilities increase the appetites of seniors. How? That's a good question they're investigating, but the evidence is there. Mine is not to ask How?, mine is to enjoy the obvious.

Obviously,
KEM