turn, turn, turn

     

“To everything (turn, turn, turn)

 There is a season, (turn, turn, turn)

 And a time to every purpose under Heaven.”

   --- from Turn! Turn! Turn! by The Byrds

well my dear ones,

I was around when they came out with that song,

a catchy old rock tune for me,

a real blast from the past for most of you.

The Byrds were quoting Solomon

from the biblical book of Ecclesiastes*

(*in English, “The Preacher”

 ...there’s your bit of trivia for the day =>)

I’ve been thinking about that old song lately,

especially as it relates to one of the cats

that live in the sanctuary of our yard.

Donny was a big tough old tomcat

and I used to chase him away

because he would beat up on many

of our little kitties...he was a bully.

However, some months back,

Donny got really sick,

sick enough I thought he might die;

yet try as I could,

I could neither catch nor trap him,

as he is a really wily old feral cat.

Getting as close as I could,

I did put food and water out near him;

and in the fullness of time,

he got better.

He also lost his mean streak;

he’s still pretty skittish,

but a lot more mellow now,

and I haven’t seen him chasing

any of the other cats.

He pretty much keeps to himself,

But I found myself wondering,

“why is he hanging around here?”

Lately, the wildest and most un-catchable cat,

had a litter of two kittens;

one’s a little foofy white cat with a brown face

who kind of looks like a chocolate Persian,

and the other is a little brown and black

speckled cat with huge brown eyes.

We named the chocolate Persian Cocoa,

but she disappeared shortly thereafter;

gorgeous thing that she is,

I am sure someone trapped her and took her

because they wanted her.

And the other little kitty, Tammy,

was abandoned by her mother shortly after that.

Having no sibling or Mom to teach her

the proper way to play,

Tammy would try and sneak up and pounce

on the other kitties,

who basically wanted nothing to do with her.

I would watch through the window

as she tried to approach first one cat

then another, only to be left all alone.

She wanted a playmate so badly

it was kind of a sad thing to watch.

Eventually, she would find a twig

or a leave, or a ball to bat around,

and she would play all by herself.

But one day, after all the other cats

had taken off and left her,

I saw her go to one of the food bowls

where Donny was eating.

Tammy nuzzled up to him

and he stopped eating

and licked her on the head.

He's too old to play,

but she follows him around everywhere

and I'll catch them in the yard

sunning together.

Some animals are fine

just keeping to themselves,

but Tammy is not one of them.

There's a time and place for all things;

and I think Donny was put here

so Tammy wouldn't have to be alone.

If you haven’t found it yet,

may you find your own time and place

with the one meant for you.

Love can find you at any time;

I have seen it

(recall my college room mate’s

 two grandparents, who both found new love

 ...in their late seventies!)

God is love

and not only gives love

but also loves you with a love

you can’t fully fathom in this lifetime;

hence, we can always live in hope.

Have a great week!

grace, peace, and love to you,

dave

"I have come that they may have life,

and that they may have it more abundantly."

                              --- Jesus