Lessons Learned from my Children . . .

As I said in the last post my children are small, orange and furry . . . they are cats. This time I want to talk about my little girl; her name is Morris. The reason that her name is Morris is that she was named and recognized her name before we knew that she was a she. As with most fathers; my little girl holds a special spot in my heart.


Let me start by saying that Morris is one hundred percent female. She will do things on her terms and only her terms most of the time. Most of the time she bestows the majority of her attention on my wife Irene. If I said that at times I was not jealous of Irene getting the majority of the attention from our cats I would be lieing. But I do get my time with my little girl.

Almost every morning after taking my shower and while I am finishing getting ready to go to work, in comes Morris. Her attention is focused on me and me alone. In she comes. She rubs against my legs and will pace back and forth in front of me. If I am not paying her enough attention she calls out to me *meows* to get my attention or will prairie dog up my leg to turn my focus her way. All the while she is purring. When she first started doing this I thought it was just really nice but as this has gone on for a while she has got me thinking about what is happening every morning.

I often wonder now what our lives would be like if each morning we focused our total attention on our Father in Heaven? What would our lives be like if we sought out our Father’s attention each morning with a happy heart overflowing from a wonderful relationship and not due to our need to check off a box on our mental to do list? I have come to one conclusion . . . our lives would be a lot more focused on the important things in life.

Let me hear in the morning of your steadfast love, for in you I trust.
Make me know the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul. Psalms 143:8

I do thank my Lord for my furry children. In the near future you’ll hear about Li’l Bit but for now . . . keep your eyes on Jesus.

My Children . . .

Many of you that have known me for a long time may not realize that I have children. I have two; the oldest is named Morris and the youngest is named Lil’ Bit. Now before you come after me for the way we named our children; my children are cats. The Lord did not bless Irene and I with human children but he did bless us with our furry children.


Our cats adopted us about six years ago. They were just a few of weeks old and came wandering into our yard. Morris is one litter older than Lil’ Bit. If Irene and I were doing some yard work or I might be out in my shop; that’s where those two little orange bundles of fur would show up. Those two would follow me everywhere in my shop; walking the bench tops trying to get my attention.

Well we are several years down the road now and my cats still want my attention form time to time. Lil’ Bit is the little man of the house and is very out going. If you are a stranger in our house he may run at first but he will show up shortly to see who you are and whether you are worthy of his time. Morris is the princess of our house. She is one hundred percent female and thinks that she rules over all she surveys. She is not so out going and is you are a stranger in our house there is a good chance that you will never see her.

In up coming posts I want to share things that I have learned from these two orange blessings that God has bestowed upon our family. But for now I have to get some work done. Until tomorrow, keep your eyes on Jesus . . .