GENESIS HAS PROVIDED THE ANSWER TO THE QUESTION "WHERE DO PETS COME FROM ??"
Adam said, "Lord, when I was in the garden, you
walked with me everyday. Now I do not see you anymore.
I am lonesome here and it is difficult for me to
remember how much you love me." And God said, "No
problem! I will create a companion for you that will be with you forever and who will be a reflection of my
love for you, so that you will love me even when you
cannot see me. Regardless of how selfish or childish or unlovable you may be, this new companion will accept
you as you are and will love you as I do, in spite of
yourself." And God created a new animal to be a
companion for Adam. And it was a good animal. And God
was pleased. And the new animal was pleased to be with
Adam and he wagged his tail. And Adam said, "Lord, I
have already named all the animals in Eden and I cannot think of a name for this new animal."
And God said, "No problem! Because I have created
this new animal to be a reflection of my love for you,
his name will be a reflection of my own name, and you
will call him DOG."
And Dog lived with Adam and was a companion to him
and loved him. And Adam was comforted. And God was
pleased. And Dog was content and wagged his tail. After a while, it came to pass that Adam's guardian angel
came to the Lord and said, "Lord, Adam has become
filled with pride. He struts and preens like a peacock
and he believes he is worthy of adoration. Dog has
indeed taught him that he is loved, but perhaps too
well." And the Lord said, "No problem! I will create
for him a companion who will be with him forever and
who will see him as he is. The companion will remind
him of his limitations, so he will know that he is not
always worthy of adoration." And God created CAT to
be a companion to Adam. And Cat would not obey Adam.
And when Adam gazed into Cat's eyes, he was reminded
that he was not the supreme being. And Adam learned
humility.
And God was pleased.
And Adam was greatly improved.
And Dog was happy.
And the Cat didn't give a sh$% one way or the other!
...luckily this is not 1 of them! Here are the pictures of my kittens. They are Trudy,Sox, Stubby,and Balls, although he has
since lost them due to a "surgical procedure".
...THE KITTENS
JUST A SHORT EXPLANATION OF HOW WE CAME TO HAVE THEM..ALL
KEVIN FOUND THEM LYING ON A LUMBER PILE IN THE HOT AUGUST SUN LAST YEAR. THEIR EYES WERE JUST OPEN AND THEY WERE STARVING AND MEOWING AT THE TOP OF THEIR LITTLE LUNGS. HE SHOWED THEM TO ME, WE TOOK THEM INSIDE MY HUSBAND'S OFFICE, FOUND A BOX & TOOK THEM HOME TO NURSE BACK TO HEALTH AND FIND THEM A HOME.
I BOTTLE FED THEM AND KEPT THEM IN A BOX IN MY BEDROOM AND THEY FOUND A HOME ALRIGHT...OURS. THEY ARE ALL HOUSECATS...HAVE TO BE BECAUSE WE HAVE 7 OUTSIDE DOGS! THEY ARE SOX(4 VERY WHITE FEET), TRUDY(SHE WAS MONKEY FACE, BUT JILL RENAMED HER),STUBS(PART OF HIS TAIL IS MISSING), AND BALLS(GUESS!!!!)
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I just realized that while children are dogs -- loyal
and affectionate -- teenagers are cats. It's so easy to be a dog owner. You feed it, train it, boss it around.
It puts it's head on your knee and gazes at you as if
you were a Rembrandt painting.
It bounds indoors with
enthusiasm when you call it.
Then around age 13, your adoring little puppy turns
into a BIG OLE CAT.
When you tell it to come inside, it looks amazed, as if wondering who died and made you
emperor. Instead of dogging your doorsteps, it
disappears. You won't see it again until it gets hungry -- then it pauses on its sprint through the kitchen
long enough to turn its nose up at whatever you're
serving. When you reach out to ruffle its head, in that old affectionate gesture, it twists away from you, then gives you a blank stare, as if trying to remember where it has seen you before.
You, not realizing that the dog is now a cat, think
something must be desperately wrong with it. It seems
so antisocial, so distant, sort of depressed. It won't
go on family outings. Since you're the one who raised
it, taught it to fetch and stay and sit on command, you assume that you did something wrong. Flooded with guilt and fear, you redouble your efforts to make your pet
behave.
Only now you're dealing with a cat, so everything that
worked before now produces the opposite of the desired
result. Call it, and it runs away. Tell it to sit, and
it jumps on the counter. The more you go toward it,
wringing your hands, the more it moves away.
Instead of continuing to act like a dog owner, you can
learn to behave like a cat owner. Put a dish of food
near the door, and let it come to you. But remember
that a cat needs your help and your affection too. Sit
still, and it will come, seeking that warm, comforting
lap it has not entirely forgotten. Be there to open the
door for it.
One day your grown-up child will walk into the kitchen,
give you a big kiss and say, "You've been on your feet
all day. Let me get those dishes for you."
Then you'll realize your cat is a dog again.
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