TGIF
“Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.”
(Romans 12:2 ESV)
It was placed on my pillow as neatly as a hotel maid places a mint on a freshly made bed.
A dead mouse.
Like all cat servants I ignored the less than pristine aspects of the scene and chose to appreciate the gift that had been left.
Miss Kitty had refused to eat her breakfast that morning…I had run out of the little treats she likes sprinkled over her food so she turned up her nose and went outside.
She had done the same thing the night before with her dinner.
After removing the “gift” I went to sit at the computer…and noticed the mangled head of some creature in my chair.
I was beginning to suspect that these remains were not gifts, but warnings.
Something along the lines of “if you don’t come up with some treats, this could happen to you”.
Miss Kitty was so taken by that which tasted good, but offered no nutrition, that real food held no attraction for her.
She would rather do without any food, than forsake the junk.
If she continued eating nothing but “treats” she would surely grow weak and sick, but the junk had a hold on her.
After disposing of the animal remains, I fired up Facebook.
There were titillating stories about the sexual proclivities of the famous and not so famous, bizarre conspiracy theories, and lots of people speaking ill of other people.
I could have spent all day going through it all and some people do.
Day after day.
Many of those stories had hundreds or even thousands of comments.
There were a few scattered book reviews and prayer requests…with a dozen comments.
Substance was indigestible.
Junk.
The same could be said about Twitter or the offerings on television…”treats” with no actual substance , no worth beyond filling that days junk quota.
The providers of it all know that it’s like manna in reverse…it’s has no value and it’s only good for one day.
New junk must be provided tomorrow.
If our minds are transformed by what we fill them with…we are being transformed into junk.
Miss Kitty is going on a diet.
So am I…
Make your own application…
Disgusting and brilliant!!!
Growing up, we had an outdoor cat who lived in our garage. She was quite the hunter. Often, she would bring her catch (mouse, mole, chipmunk, etc.) to the foot of the door which led from the garage into the kitchen. She would yowl at the door until someone came to greet her and congratulate her on her latest catch. She would then feast on her catch on the spot while leaving behind the innards. Beware to the next person who stepped out the door, especially if they were barefoot. Make your own application. 🙂
i like Michael’s application very much – very true truth
that said, this “i don’t want any cats living inside my house” person chooses to think that Miss Kitty was worried that the supplies were running out and she was trying to help 🙂
I am reminded of how society / culture / the media want to place a screwed up Bruce Jenner on my doorstep as their gift and expect me to happily accept it.
Treats are not always junk food. Treats are often a way to communicate love and depending on the treat, a way to acknowledge the person being treated; that you see and understand them.
The lack of treats in her own dish may have let Miss Kitty know she needed to do her part and give you treats of the kind that she can provide. It may be her way of saying to you that it’s not all about her, you are in this too.
She went to the places you value not to mark or to foul but to bless. A lot like God does for us.
I’m with MLD #4.
I’m so confused now. I know Phoenix Preacher isn’t junk, so is it cat food or a dead mouse? Hmm, I will need to ponder this some. 🙂
Actually, it’s a good TGIF but you’re meddling now, Michael. I need my daily fix of hyped news stories and world calamities.
Exactly
I quit facebook this morning. Already having withdrawals.
The junk has hooks.
That’s why I never delete my FB account, only deactivate it.
Then, when I get over my need for a “time out” I can sigh back on.
Awesome. Love it. So true….love a MAN who sprinkles treats on his cat’s food. Very nice.
Love sprinkles.
The analogy is so true. Amen.
Laura…. agreed #5. …. treats at times, show love….
It’s how we ‘call’ our 3 cats in to the house and how we do nightly ‘roll call’ to make sure they’re all in before locking up. It’s also the morning ritual…. and honestly, we do sort of ‘assess’ how they look and are behaving during those treat moments…. so it’s not all junk.
Junk media-eye rolling material. I love Facebook. I call it The Friendship Times…see you there.
She gave you a mouse….your in the gravy with Miss Kitty.She dropped you a love gift.
my reverse Manna fix link:
http://www.abbeyroad.com/Crossing
Just something about it.
At times the tourist reenact the Beatles Abbey Road photo shoot that was done on the cross walk that you see live in the link.
Just remember England is eight hours ahead of Pacific day light time.
Ok this is my mouse. I will leave it right here…
Surfer51, I linked to your Abbey Road live cam on this beautiful summer morning in the UK. I wasn’t watching for more than 30 seconds, when a couple of tourists stood in the middle of the street and took photos! 😀
I never knew that link existed! Thanks for the link.