You guys have all heard about Fred, our 18 pound monster of a cat.  He’s been talked about almost as much as The Pioneer Woman’s basset hound, Charlie, here on my little ole blog.  He’s been lost since we moved to Florida, he’s had ‘dizzy kitty” syndrome, he continues to go down the storm drain and I have to drag him out each morning he’s let out at night.  I really think he’s missing a marble or two.  I have a friend who definitely thinks so, but he’s the sweetest lovingest cat around!!!  And there is a lot of him to love.

REAL LIFE MOMENT: “Did I mention I have a kid today that has about as much concentration as a grain of sand?”

This morning Fred was enjoying watching an anole.

Photo taken from The Lizard Lounge

Between the squirrels, the black snake, the anoles and the birds he’s a nervous wreck some mornings while watching from inside the windows.  It is especially funny when the anoles climb right beside the window seal.  Oh how he chirps, moving his lips nervously in anticipation of catching one.  He may be big but he’s fast.  When he dashes out the door he can catch an anole and have it back inside MY HOUSE in the blink of an eye.  Lovely, huh?

Which leads me to ask the question????

What do I chirp for that is on the other side of the glass?

What am I not content with?  Where am I anxious?  When do I want to run out the door and grab something hoping no one sees?  Where am I unwilling to wait for God?

How about you?