Koali Visits Again

Hey guys, I know you've been waiting for me to get back on this computer and chat. It's hard, I can't seem to find a time when it is on and no one else is using it. I keep walking back and forth in front of the monitor and jumping across the keyboard, but humans are just too slow to take the hint.

Scooter and I have been having a great time in the house. There are hard wood floors in the living room and dining room and they are the greatest thing. When we chase each other, our feet get going and then we don't move we just make this awesome scraping sound with our claws on the wood and then start sliding all over the place. It's especially fun to slip and slide on when Scooter and I are play fighting.

We do a lot of that. Mom gives us catnip in a mesh bag. Wow that stuff is so cool. It makes me feel funny. Scooter gets nasty though, he actually boxed me in the face and bit my cheek trying to get me to let go of the bag. Instead of getting another bag so I don't get beat up on, Mom just sits and laughs at us. She did get a little upset when I turned on Scooter and we were rolling around on the floor in a big ball with hair flying.

I think she likes Scooter better than me, but I just don't see how that's possible. Everyone knows I'm much more handsome and have a more outgoing personality. What's not to like? Her loss, I'll just get the catnip bag while she's smooching up Scooter. Hey if anyone wants to adopt me, just drop me a line here. I don't have too many needs...let's see, here's my list of requirements:

Kitty condo in front of a very large window
Stainless Steel water fountain, freshened daily
Blue Buffalo food
Dried Salmon flakes
Wilderness wet food with Lysine for my delicate eyes
NO DOGS
NO KIDS
NO CATS
Only ONE human (maybe two on approval only)
Toys, new one every other day (I get bored easily)
Catnip bag of my very own
Comfy couch and recliner for when I don't feel like laying on my condo
Giant sized kitty box with crystal litter and freshener (must be cleaned at least twice a day, I don't like stepping into a dirty pan. I mean really, would you? Can you imagine not being able to flush the toilet every time you use it? Seriously!)
No brushing
No eye cleaning (everyday really is she nuts-LEAVE ME ALONE)
NO De-clawing (don't you even think about it, I'll call the ASPCA and yes I do know how to use the phone-I'm typing on a computer aren't I?)

If I think of anything else, I'll let you know, but that will do for now. I look forward to hearing from you soon, I'm sick of sharing with Scooter, he spits all over the bag and now he's ripped it up. I have to get out of here. He's disgusting. Please respond SOON!

Thank you,
Koali, aka, the most gorgeous cat in all the world.

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I have to remember and this is very hard for me to do, that life isn't about making it over the next hurdle, it is about how we make it over that hurdle. In my mind, I make a picture of life and it looks much like a track and I am a lonely runner down that track, I get tired but I have to keep going. My outlook and faith or lack there of can either make the track dark and scary or bright and sunny. I can sail over each hurdle with the goal plainly in my sights (which is to accomplish this life with grace and good will) and receive the everlasting life at the end of it with my wonderful God or I can plod along, sweating blood, pouring tears, falling over each hurdle to end up face first in filth.

Sad to say, but true, I've ended up in the filth too many times. I also have to remember that I can't sail over those hurdles alone, I have to reach up my hand and firmly grasp the hand that God offers to all of us throughout every moment of our lives. We are never truly alone if we just make the effort to reach out.

Till next time, don't forget to reach up and hold on. Life is quite a ride and God is amazing.

Peace!

A Frightening Path

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We're scared, he's scared and there is nothing so terrible as looking into the eyes of the man that has always been there for you to heal your hurts, ease your pain and being able to do nothing to ease his. I hate the helplessness that life makes us face so many times and in so many ways. It brings us to our knees and while on mine, I've been praying loudly and fervently for God to bring my dad peace and comfort, ease his fears, heal is body.

The statistics for this illness are dreadful, but my dad is one in million and I'm hoping, no praying that with everything we have and through God that he beats the statistics. I know there is life beyond this earthly plane, I already have a brother waiting for us there. But, I'm selfish and I want my dad with me as long as he can be and so does he. One never wants to lose a parent and dad's are special to almost every little girl or big girl.

The next months won't be easy ones, but I'll check in as often as I can. Til next time....
Peace and Good Wishes

                                                                           My Dad!