January 1st 2013 12:00 am
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The Master sent Tux Cat to the town market to purchase some pots to carry the needed amount of water from the stream each day. There were many beautiful pots that were all sizes and shapes and colors, but her master only had a small amount of money to give her and she had to spend it wisely. She searched for half a day and finally found two pots she had enough money for. One pot had a crack 1/4 inch from it's top and the other had a crack in it's center, but both together would bring back the necessary amount of needed water her master required each day.
When Tux Cat returned she found a branch just the right length shaped perfectly that rested on the back of her neck and across her shoulders, and she tied a pot on each end. She hoisted the pots up and traveled down the lane to the stream, filled both pots all the way to their rims, and on her way back to her master's house Top Cracked Pot lost a little bit of it's water out of it's crack and Center Cracked Pot lost half it's water out of it's crack. She took the pots of water inside and her master smiled. "Well done, Tux Cat! You have brought me just the right amount of water" and then shortly her master hung the freshly cleaned table cloth in the crevice in the top of Top Cracked Pot and tended to his own daily chores.
After a few months flowers began to grow on one side of the lane, and each day after fetching the water Tux Cat gathered flowers and arranged them nicely atop the daily fresh cleaned table cloth on her master's table.
Daily for months, it was the same. Tux Cat went down the lane to the stream and she arrived back at her master's house with Top Cracked Pot full near to the top and Center Cracked Pot half full. Top Cracked Pot grew proud for daily he fulfilled what he was designed to do. Center Cracked Pot became embarrassed and felt he wasn't as good as Top Cracked Pot for his center crack did not allow him to fulfill what he was designed to do.
One morning at the stream Center Cracked Pot could no longer contain his failure and spoke up. "Oh dear Tux Cat. Since you have purchased me I have been able only to deliver half of what I have been designed for because this crack in my center causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaw, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts. Why, at least Top Cracked Pot can use his flaw to hang dry the master's tablecloth each day" The pot then whispered in shame, "I apology for being imperfect."
Tux Cat answered, "What ever do you mean?" She lifted the pots upon her shoulders and went to the lane, then pointed at the barren side of the lane while she addressed Center Cracked Pot. "See this side of the lane? This is the side I always bring you down on. Now look at this side of the lane, the side I always take you back up on. On our way back, look and see."
On the way up the lane Tux Cat pointed out all the beautiful flowers. Asylum. Buttercup. Cosmos. Daisy. Iris. Larkspur. Marigold. Pansy. Rose. Violet. Zinnia. "My dearest Center Cracked Pot, what makes you think you are so flawed and it's your purpose to stay all the way full!" she exclaimed. "Do you not see? It is Top Cracked Pot's more water that keeps my master's table linens clean. It it you being just the way you are that daily nourishes these lovely flowers with water, and brings flowers onto my master's table."
In a nut shell, we are all cracked pots. Some cracks are not as obvious as other cracks and cracks come in different sizes, and all cracks leak to it's own degree. It is the cracks the make us individuals, the placement of the cracks that make us unique, and the size of the cracks that gives us our purpose. While everyone is designed the same, it is not one's purpose to stay filled to the top. When one hides his cracks or doesn't make the most of his cracks, he cheats himself and others of all that he is and can be. All cracked pots have beauty to bring to the table.
November 30th 2012 1:20 am
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Oh My! I get to be Catster's Cat of the Day, today. I have no idea what to meow, except that I'm in disbelief to now be among so many wonderfully more deserving than me Catsters.
I have been having so much fun in Catsterland and made so many friends of my very own since I started my weekly Mystery's Musings. Mom helps me a lot since cat paws don't type too well. I was working on a Baking Pies Musing, but could put that on hold and make Mom help me type up an early COTD Musing to put here.
Thank you so much all of my Catster, and Dogster too, furiends for making Catster a wonderful place to be.
November 24th 2012 12:00 am
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Many years ago Tux Dad was a rebellious teen cat who left the farm for a better life. Tux Dad couldn't have all of his hearts desires stuck on the farm where he had to work just like the others cats, and he felt he deserved what the other cats had and should not have to work for it. So Tux Dad went to the big city to live in the area where cats could have everything of their hearts desire without lifting a paw.
In his quest to have everything all other cats have, Tux Dad changed and he became not a very nice cat. His personality wasn't the same anymore as he tossed names at the farm cats who prided themselves in hard work and he cried how the farm cats want to keep him down.
It wasn't long after acquiring all his free stuff that Tux Dad was blessed with a beautiful daughterfur, Tux Cat. It also wasn't long that Tux Cat became a rebellious teen cat who not only wasn't enjoying her free stuff but also had no desire to get more free stuff. How could Tux Cat be so ungrateful? Balls with bells in them and two silk mice stitched with golden thread and a plushy carpeted cat tree that filled the entire back room. A pool to sunbathe by and a neatly manicured carpet of grass to romp all day in. Three meals a day brought to her on silver platters and all the in between fishy treats to one's desire. Tux Dad taught Tux Cat well how to get everything for free... without lifting a paw.
Tux Dad pondered for several weeks on how to open his daughter's eyes. After all, the farm cats owe cats like them. It was decided Tux Cat would go for a weekend visit to distant cousins back on the farm, a cat furmily that is considered by many very poor. Maybe this will help his daugherfur to understand.
Sunday evening Tux Cat arrived back home just in time for dinner, and they talked about the many things Tux Dad did while she was away. At the end of the meal Tux Dad asked,"How was the trip?”
“It was great, Dad.”
“Did you learn how poor cats live?”
“Oh ... uh, yeah,”
“So, tell me, what did you learn on the farm with your cousins?”
Tux Cat answered, "Well Dad. We have some nice stuffed mice to bat around here and there, and they have all the alive mice one can imagine to play with that play back. We have imported lanterns in our garden to see at night, and they have stars at night that go on forever. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden, and they have a creek that reaches so far you can't see the end of it. We have a patio that reaches to the front yard, and they have the whole horizon to play in. We have a small well kept piece of land to live on, and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have our food brought to us, and they get to go out and choose their own. We have servants who serve us, and they serve others. We have walls around our property to protect us, and they have friends to protect them.”
Tux Dad was kind of let down. It seems a weekend on the farm living like the farm cats didn't help her understand at all
"Goodnight Dad" Tux Cat yawned. She got up heading for bed and as she hugged her dadfur goodnight she whispered in his ear,
"Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are".
When morning came Tux Dad packed up himself and Tux Cat, and moved back to the farm. For you see, all of his life it was HE who didn't understand.
In the quest to have way too plenty and riches, we loose so much of ourselves. It isn't the having that is wrong or immoral, as long as what you have is the product of your own hard work and not from the sweat of another. While having the desire of items, the same items, and better items as others we do not realize what we must leave behind, and this is more so true when we think we deserve it without working as hard as others. To have a silk mouse one must give up the dozens of playmates, and to have the biggest tree inside the house one must give up the one that is alive with buds in the spring and color in the fall and teaming with birds singing. There is a cost to everything. Some costs are small and some costs are the very soul of who you are. It isn't the journey to achieving riches that starve one's soul but what one is willing to give up traveling the wrong roads. Many search until the dead ends of many long roads in pursuit what the other guy has, when all that is truly richness has always been in their own back yards.
November 17th 2012 12:00 am
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Tux Cat was never one for crowds or loud busy dinners or the keeping up with " The Jones' " type of cat, so this Thanksgiving Day she decided to spend a quiet laid back day fishing in the nearby lake. The weather was beautiful, all was peaceful and she was happy. After an hour Tux Cat noticed a boater with his small family backing his small jon-boat down the nearby ramp and into the water. She thought as she watched the boat go out into the lake, “Oh cat, I wonder if he knows how lucky he is. He’s not stuck on this dock, like me, waiting and hoping for the fish to come to him. He can fish in one spot and if he doesn’t catch anything there, he can pull up his anchor and go somewhere else. His hard work has awarded him with a nice little boat and I know by continuing to work hard myself that one day I could have a nice little boat like that.”
Jon-Boat Cat was feeling pretty good as he fired up his seven and a half horsepower engine and pulled away. He thought to himself, “I am the captain of this ship. I can go anywhere. I can do anything. If I don’t catch a fish in one spot, I can pull anchor and go somewhere else. I am invincible!" After a while, a cat in a cool bass boat passed him. The bass boat was decked all out with swivel seats, all the gadgets, and about five times the engine that was on the pitiful little jon-boat. Jon-Boat Cat thought to himself, “That guy really has it made. If I could ever get my hands on a boat like that, I would be a happy cat"
Bass Boat Cat was passed a little later by a cat in a great speedboat. Bass Boat Cat thought to himself, “Oh baby, that is one sweet boat. He can fish off it and he can also pull a water skier. That cat go anywhere twice as fast as I can in this old clunker. If only I had a boat like that, I would be a happy cat.”
Speedboat Cat found himself passed soon after by a cat in a cabin cruiser. Speedboat Cat thought to himself, “Now that guy has it made. When he goes out on his boat, he can stay overnight. He doesn’t have to worry about being anywhere by dusk. If he’s still out when it gets dark, he can just throw his anchor over the side and let the water rock him to sleep. If only I had a boat like that, I would be a happy cat.”
Cabin Cruiser Cat had to slow down when he noticed the ultimate waterfront mansion. He throttled down to take a good look. The house was fantastic. Several boats were tied up at the dock, including an oceangoing yacht, a huge speedboat, an incredible fishing boat, and a heavy duty jon-boat. Cabin Cruiser Cat thought to himself, “That cat has it all. He has a boat for whatever mood he’s in. And he doesn’t have to back down a ramp or drive to a marina. He just walks out the back door, down to the dock, gets in whichever boat suits him, and goes. If only I had everything he has, I would be a happy cat!”
At the end of the day Waterfront Mansion Cat stepped to the window, looked out over the lake, and saw Tux Cat on the dock. He stopped tapping on his IPad while his lawyer made excuses on line one, lies shrilled from his accountant through his blackberry, an unhappy client gave the riot act in an email, the wife continued all day complaining how the refrigerator that took up the whole 10 foot kitchen wall was too small to hold the food to serve everyone in town the fanciest Thanksgiving Dinner in the country, and the assignment for the kids that day was tearing at him screaming what they deserve for Christmas this year. As Waterfront Mansion Cat watched Tux Cat pack up her gear and toss her all day catch of two tiny fish in a net over her shoulder, he reminisced about the good old days when he fished from that dock. Waterfront Mansion Cat sighed, “It was so much simpler, back then. Now things are very complicated. I have an unbelievable house with an unbelievable mortgage payment. I have all of these top if the line expensive boats but no time to play with them. And I have a wife and kids who are waiting for anything to happen so they can get their hands on it all for themselves. That Tux Cat on the dock may not know it, but she really has it made! If I could go back in time and spend the rest of my life fishing from that dock, I would be a happy cat.”
Tux Cat walked home with a smile on her face and content. As she climbed into the sunken bed onto her torn sheets and flat pillow that Thanksgiving Day night in her one room shanty with the outhouse in the back wearing her thread-bare PJs, she thought of all the things she was thankful for. She didn't live in a mansion or have a Cadillac car or the latest fashion and electronic gadgets, and it was all she could do to keep her corded 50 year old landline telephone service turned on and she had to fish for her own meals each night. Throughout her life,Tux Cat has held fast to what has been forgotten by many. Hard work and working hard may not get you all the THINGS in the world - but by hard work and working hard, God will bless you with all that you truly NEED in life. Tux Cat smiled as she drifted to sleep. Tux Cat was a happy cat.
Across the U.S. of America families gather on the fourth Thursday of November every year for what is known as Thanksgiving Day. Turkeys and cornucopias and seasoned stuffing hot from the oven. Green bean casserole, cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie. Has it become a chore to truly give thanks on Thanksgiving Day, or all the other days of the year for that matter, and the day is nothing more than a paid day off work to stuff your face until you feel sick and then make shopping lists for Black Friday and Cyber Monday and dropping hints for the latest greatest new high dollar THINGS wanted for Christmas?
How can it be that a nation that has been blessed with so much plenty find some in it that covet for the THINGS of others and envy those who have more THINGS or better THINGS than they and some that are angry at those with too many THINGS more than they have - while they themselves have so much more plenty compared to most in other countries around the world who barely have a spit in comparison to what they have?
Is it that we have forgotten the ethics, prudence, principles, and values of those who came here to the New World or our ancestors who stood in line for many many years to become a United States citizen? Or is it that in our quest to have more than the other guy or being mad he has more than us lead us to neglect teaching ethics, prudence, principles, and values to our following generations?
We teach our children to say "please" and "thank you" as the rudiments of courtesy, yet it is so easy to be rude and unthinking toward God. How often we forget to gratefully acknowledge God's goodness towards us. As a nation we have been fortunate for many years by being blessed, gifted, nurtured, and sustained by God. Even during what some people consider tough economic times, we have been blessed with comparative abundance, wealth, health and prosperity.
The point of Thanksgiving is not to think superiority is the source of our abundance but to acknowledge that ethics, prudence, principles, and values has allowed a divine source to bestow upon us our NEEDS and other goodies thrown in from time to time. This Thanksgiving Day, we truly need to celebrate the intangible as a way of reminding ourselves not only what our gifts - tangible and intangible - from God are, but that God owns all of these things in the first place. It isn't the collection of tangible THINGS that define lives or happiness, but it's being content with what you have and the willingness to work hard for the little you do have that defines a great people.
November 11th 2012 12:00 am
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On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918, an armistice, or temporary cessation of hostilities, was declared between the Allied nations and Germany in the First World War, then known as "the Great War." It was commemorated as Armistice Day beginning the following year. November 11th became a legal federal holiday in the United States in 1938. In the aftermath of World War II and the Korean War, Armistice Day became Veterans Day, a holiday dedicated to American veterans of all wars.
Though the Treaty of Versailles was signed on June 28, 1919, November 11 remained in the public imagination as the date that marked the end of the Great War. In November 1918, U.S. President Woodrow Wilson proclaimed November 11 as the first commemoration of Armistice Day. The day's observation included parades and public gatherings, as well as a brief pause in business activities at 11 a.m. On November 11, 1921, an unidentified American soldier killed in the war was buried at Arlington National Cemetery in Washington, D.C. and the U.S. Congress had declared the day a legal federal holiday in honor of all those who participated in the war. On June 4, 1926, Congress passed a resolution that the "recurring anniversary of November 11, 1918 should be commemorated with thanksgiving and prayer and exercises designed to perpetuate peace through good will and mutual understanding between nations" and that the president should issue an annual proclamation calling for the observance of Armistice Day. By that time, 27 state legislatures had made November 11 a legal holiday in their states. An act approved May 13, 1938 made November 11 a legal Federal holiday. In 1954, after lobbying efforts by veterans’ service organizations, the 83rd U.S. Congress amended the 1938 act that had made Armistice Day a holiday, striking the word "Armistice" in favor of "Veterans." President Dwight D. Eisenhower signed the legislation on June 1, 1954. From then on, November 11 became a day to honor American veterans of all wars. Going forward, an official wreath-laying ceremony is held each Veterans Day at the Tomb of the Unknowns in Arlington National Cemetery with the President in attendance, while parades and other celebrations are held in states around the country. Many do not realize that the Federal Government can only designate holidays for federal employees and for the District of Columbia. Even though the states usually follow suit, they retain the right to designate their own holidays and days of observances.
Here in our country today, November 11, 2012 at 11:00 am our local times, we stop in silence to honor and remember those who gave their lives to protect all our U.S. Constitution stands for and the symbol of that promise - the God given rights of each individual and the flag of the United States of America.
I want to close this day with a poem written by the famous music artist Johnny Cash:
This Ragged Flag
I walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench an old man was sitting there.
I said "Your old courthouse is kinda run down."
He said "Naw, it'll do for our little town."
I said "Your flagpole has leaned a little bit,
And that's a Ragged Old Flag you got hanging on it.
He said, "Have a seat", and I sat down.
"Is this the first time you've been to our little town?"
I said, "I think it is." He said, "I don't like to brag,
But we're kinda proud of that Ragged Old Flag.
You see, we got a little hole in that flag their
When Washington took it across the Delaware.
And it got powder-burned the night Francis Scott Key
Sat watching it writing 'Oh Say Can You See'.
And it got a bad rip in New Orleans
With Packingham and Jackson tuggin' at its seams.
And it almost fell at the Alamo
Beside the Texas flag, but she waved on through.
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville
And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill.
There was Robert E. Lee, Beauregard, and Bragg,
And the south wind blew hard on that Ragged Old Flag.
On Flanders Field in World War I
She got a big hole from a Bertha gun.
She turned blood red in World War II
She hung limp and low by the time it was through.
She was in Korea and Vietnam.
She went where she was sent by her Uncle Sam.
She waved from our ships upon the briny foam,
And now they've about quit waving her back here at home.
In her own good land she's been abused ...
She's been burned, dishonored, denied and refused.
And the government for which she stands
Is scandalized throughout the land.
And she's getting thread-bare and wearing thin,
But she's in good shape for the shape she's in.
'Cause she's been through the fire before
And I believe she can take a whole lot more.
So we raise her up every morning,
Take her down every night.
We don't let her touch the ground
And we fold her up right.
On second thought I DO like to brag,
'Cause I'm mighty proud of that Ragged Old Flag.
- Written by Johnny Cash -
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