…in our world right this minute.
Having the luxury of an afternoon nap…in a nice, quiet place.
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Beany’s Karma
My Friend Beany
A Photo Essay by Baby Chomp–age 2
Photos courtesy of Baby Chomp
Once upon a time there was a big, old, very sleepy kitty named Beany. Everyone told me since I was really little that I should leave him alone because he doesn’t really like kids.
They said that if I got too close or bothered him at all, he’d for sure scratch me, and if I scared him he just might bite…hard.
They said, believe it because he’s scratched lots of kids that didn’t.
Oh, they believe now.
But I’m not scared because Beany the cat is my friend. I like to sit by him and pet him and rub his back and hold his hands. I like to say, “Heeeere kitty-kitty-kitty,” like Grammie does so he’ll come sit by me. Sometimes, when no one is looking, I even give him a kiss on top of the head–and he lets me.
Maybe he scratches everyone else in the whole world—but he doesn’t scratch me.
I think he knows that I love him…
so Mr. Beany loves me right back.
Beany and Baby Chomp 2010
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{ What Love Is }
The joys come from putting the welfare of others above our own. That is what love is.”
-Henry B. Eyring
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Tinsel Baby
My momma said that she could stick this little fluffy baby under the Christmas tree and I’d be content forever–or at least while she got some of her work done. The lights and tinsel and shiny glass ornaments still have the same effect on me these days. I could sit in a dim room, lit only by the tree and be happy for a long, long time.
Last year, while trying to recreate some of the past Christmas magic, I realized that we were missing tinsel. Even in a black and white photo–you can see how sparkly and magic it is–and I wanted to give my kids a bit of…ancient culture. Anyway, I went to several places and no luck. No tinsel to be found…anywhere. One clerk even told me that it was banned because cats eat it and die. Wow–that was a bit dramatic. At any rate, I quit looking for that nasty cat slaying tinsel from that second on.
Until…after…Christmas, when–without looking–I found a whole cart full at Rite Aid for ten cents a piece. It was meant to be.
Watch out Beany boy…
I sort of bought 6 million packs…
for posterity’s sake.
heh, heh.
