October 3rd 2011 9:25 pm
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Well, meowmy sort of rescued a kitty...a sweet little calico one.
She was ambling aimlessly down the middle of a busy road and the traffic was snarled...but nobody was doing anything at all, except to honk, which was just confusing this poor little kitty.
So meowmy pulled over and got out of her van, and just put up her hand, walked over to that kitty and picked her up. She did not protest or try to run away.
Some peeps waved at meowmy, and one lady rolled down her window and said thanks...but didn't offer to help at all. Whatevfur!
So meowmy walked back to the side walk and put the kitty down on the grass by the nearest home...and kitty walked right into the back yard there...sheesh! Where were her pawrents when they were needed?
Meowmy scoured the papers here but in the next couple of days found no flyers or ads, so she thinks that this kitty had just made a wrong move...she had the biggest lovely golden eyes!
Then today she found these notices in the thanks section of our paper:
• A huge bouquet of roses to the man who I felt was like a guardian angel for me. I pulled off to the side of the road Thursday afternoon, Sept. 22, to rescue a tiny kitten trying to cross a very busy Dickman Road. This man in a blue Ford Ranger stopped behind me, tried to control traffic until I had safely caught the kitten and was back to my truck. I wish I could have spoken with you more - and thanked you - but as you can imagine, the kitten was terrified and I had to get back to my truck with it. Thank you so much whoever you are! God bless you!! - Lori Sanden
• A beautiful bouquet of roses to Gail Mills, Doug Wolfgang, Patty Yost and Taylor Yost for joining us at the Pets Gone Wild Adoption Event. It is because of wonderful volunteers like you that we are able to do these events and reach out to a wider audience. Every animal in the shelter deserves a chance at a loving forever home and we thank you for all that you do in contributing to that both in and out of the shelter. Thanks again. - Humane Society of South Central Michigan
The first one sounds like a similar situation that confronted meowmy.
And once again we are inspired by the fact of all the purrs that helped find Ingen!
And we see that now she is the kitty of the week! Yeah!
September 30th 2011 8:29 am
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OMC! Yet another furbaby has become a missing kitty.
This time it is Ingen who has escaped from the motel room as she and her furmily were traveling to their new home.
Right now it is cold and wet and stormy even, not pleasant to out in, scared and lost.
Please start up your purr engines...or refuel them so that we can all purr as hard as we can to help get Ingen back to her Mommy and furblings ASAP.
We are purring at full throttle...PUUUURRRRRING...
September 25th 2011 7:41 pm
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Since baseball is slowly winding down the season, we thought it would be appropriate to miaow this inspiring game story that we found in that great web of internets...and we need to hear things like this to keep our spirits well.
The Lord's Baseball Game
Marie and the Lord stood by to observe a baseball game. The Lord's team was playing Satan's team.
The Lord's team was at bat, the score was tied zero to zero, and it was the bottom of the ninth inning, with two outs.
They continued to watch as a batter stepped up to the plate named Love.
Love swung at the first pitch and hit a single, because "Love never fails".
The next batter was named Faith, who also got a single because Faith works with Love.
The next batter up was named Godly Wisdom. Satan wound up and threw the first pitch.
Godly Wisdom looked it over and let it pass: Ball one. Three more pitches and Godly Wisdom walked because he never swings at what Satan throws.
The bases were now loaded. The Lord then turned to Marie and told her He was now going to bring in His star player. Up to the plate stepped Grace. Marie said, "He sure doesn't look like much!"
Satan's whole team relaxed when they saw Grace.
Thinking he had won the game, Satan wound up and fired his first pitch. To the shock of everyone, Grace hit the ball harder than anyone had ever seen!
But Satan was not worried; his center fielder let very few get by.
He went up for the ball, but it went right through his glove, hit him on the head and sent him crashing on the ground.
The roaring crowds went wild as the ball continued over the fence...for a home run!
The Lord's team won!
The Lord then asked Marie if she knew why Love, Faith and Godly Wisdom could get on base but couldn't win the game. Marie answered that she didn't know why.
The Lord explained, "If your love, faith and wisdom had won the game, you would think you had done it by yourself. Love Faith and Wisdom will get you on base, but only My Grace can get you Home." "For by Grace are you saved, it is a gift of God; not of works, lest any man should boast."
(Ephesians 2, verses 8&9)
That is just so neat to hear this explained this way!
August 28th 2011 7:11 pm
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Not an entry of inspiration, but 'imploration'.
One of meowmy's Dogster pals has a lost kitty, his name is Furby.
He is 12 and she is so worried about his well being, being lost in the Texas heat is not good at all.
Here is his pic:
And here is a link to his page:
We are purring loudly and at full throttle.Can you purr with us for a safe return?
Thanks! What an inspiration it would be if he returns safely like MrD did.
August 24th 2011 8:57 pm
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Here is another thought that could be an inspiration to go and let your hair down and forget the cares of the day...
OMC! The internet is full of cool stuff, good thing meowmy has us to help her dig it out!
PRETTY PROFOUND. Enjoy and then go for it...whatevfur it may be!
Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven't thought about it, don't have it on their schedule, didn't know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine.
I got to thinking one day about all those people on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back. From then on, I've tried to be a little more flexible.
How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn't suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the word 'refrigeration' mean nothing to you?
How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched 'Jeopardy' on television?
I cannot count the times I called my sister and said , 'How about going to lunch in a half hour?' She would gas up and stammer, 'I can't. I have clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known yesterday, I had a late breakfast, It looks like rain' And my personal favorite: 'It's Monday.' She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together.
Because Americans cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our headaches.. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect!
We'll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve toilet-trained. We'll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet. We'll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.
Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of 'I'm going to,' 'I plan on,' and 'Someday, when things are settled down a bit.'
When anyone calls my 'seize the moment' friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes, and you're ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Rollerblades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.
My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice cream. It's just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process. The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have died happy.
Now...go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT to...not something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?
Make sure you read this to the end; you will understand why I sent this to you.
Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask 'How are you?' Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? Ever told your child, 'We'll do it tomorrow.' And in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch? Let a good friendship die? Just call to say 'Hi'?
When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift....Thrown away.... Life is not a race. Take it slower. Hear the music before the song is over.
'Life may not be the party we hoped for... but while we are here we might as well dance!'
August 22nd 2011 10:52 am
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Meowmy works with elderly people and some not so elderly, but who are incapacitated in some way or another.
Meowmy's brightest moments which make her oft dreary or repetitive job so worth doing are when she manages to get a real conversation going with a resident, so that both are enriched, smiling or giggling or feeling great and able to go on...
She finds that there is always room in her heart to love these folks like her own family and feels bad when they are not doing well...
Any contact she has with *her* residents she tries to find the time to chat, even during the doing of the daily mundane tasks...and now even after a few short weeks, some of the residents call her by name, and ask to have her as their aide for that shift...OMC!
If that isn't inspiring then we don't know what is!
Even in the busiest times there is always time for kind words and deeds.
Here is another thought provoking message related to meowmy's work...she wants to copy it and post it in a frame at her job!
CRABBY OLD MAN
When an old man died in the chronic ward of a nursing home in Ontario, Canada, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that
copies were made and distributed to every Nurse, RPN & PSW in the nursing home.
One nurse took her copy to Calgary .
The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the Canadian Association for
Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Crabby Old Man...
What do you see nurses? . . .. .. . What do you see?
What are you thinking . . . . . when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man . . . .. . not very wise,
Uncertain of habit . . . . . with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food . . . . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .. . . . 'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . . . . the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . .. . lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am. . . . . . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, . . . .. . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . . . . . with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters . . . . . who love one another.
A young boy of Sixteen . .. . . with wings on his feet.
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . . . . .. My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . . . . With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons . . .. . . have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me . . . . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . .. . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . . my wife is now dead.
I look at the future . . . . . shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing . .. . . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . . . and the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
T'is jest to make old age . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles . . . . . grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone . . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . . . . . a young guy still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . .. . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . . . . gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . .. . . open and see.
Not a crabby old man .. .. . Look closer . . . see ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person, that you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within.
We will all, one day, be there, too!
If we live long enough.
PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM
The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched.
They must be felt by the heart.
Purrs to all and try and find someone to say a kind word to...
August 20th 2011 9:40 pm
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This is the furry furst diary evfur written by Pipo & Minko as a joint effort.
We were kind of given a P.U.S.H.
over the edge to start this series of wise and inspiring tidbits that we and meowmy glean from our readings and snoopings into that huge web of the world...and being kitties we cannot fail but to snoop around for the 'good stuff'
We don't think it will be a daily or even a regular place of jottings, but when we find something worth sharing we will ask meowmy to post it here, thus leaving our purrsonal pages for kitty stuff.
Anyways, the first wise word that we found quite inspiring and uplifting in the stressful world that is ours today was about P.U.S.H...
A man was sleeping one night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light, and God appeared.
The Lord told the man he had work for him to do, and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin.
The Lord explained that the man was to push against the rock with all his might...
So, this the man did, day after day. For many years he toiled from sunup to sundown, his shoulders set squarely against the cold,
massive surface of the unmoving rock, pushing with all his might!
Each night the man returned to his cabin sore and worn out, feeling that his whole day had been spent in vain.
Since the man was showing discouragement, the Adversary (Satan) decided to enter the picture by placing thoughts into the man's weary mind. (He will do it every time!)
"You have been pushing against that rock for a long time and it hasn't moved." Thus, he gave the man the impression that the task was impossible and that he was a failure.
These thoughts discouraged and disheartened the man.
Satan said, "Why kill yourself over this? Just put in your time, giving just the minimum effort, and that will be good enough."
That's what the weary man planned to do, but decided to make it a matter of prayer and to take his troubled thoughts to the Lord.
"Lord," he said, "I have labored long and hard in Your Service, putting all my strength to do that which you have asked. Yet, after all this time, I have not even budged that rock by half a millimeter. What is wrong? Why am I failing?"
The Lord responded compassionately, "My friend, when I asked you to serve Me and you accepted, I told you that your task was to push against the rock with all of your strength, which you have done. Never once did I mention to you that I expected you to move it. Your task was to push.
And now you come to Me with your strength spent, thinking that you have failed. But, is that really so? Look at yourself.
Your arms are strong and muscled, your back shiny and brown; your hands are callused from constant pressure, your legs have become massive and hard. Through opposition you have grown much, and your
abilities now surpass that which you used to have. True, you haven't moved the rock.
But your calling was to be obedient and to push and to exercise your faith and trust in My wisdom.
That you have done. Now I, my friend, will move the rock.."
At times, when we hear a word from God, we tend to use our own intellect to decipher what He wants, when actually what God wants is just simple obedience and faith in Him.
By all means, exercise the faith that moves mountains, but know that it is still God Who moves the mountains.
When everything seems to go wrong.................................Just P.U.S.H.
When the job gets you down..................................Just P.U.S.H.
When people don't do as you think they should................................Just P.U.S.H.
When your money is "gone" and the bills are due...................................Just P.U.S.H.
When people just don't understand you...................................Just P.U.S.H.
P = Pray
U = Until
S = Something
H = Happens
Pass this on to all your loved ones and friends who may need it, they may get it just in time.
"Though no one can go back and make a **brand new start**, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending."
Friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have
trouble remembering how to fly.
May God Bless You.
...and purrs to all!
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