And that answer was no
I can't sleep. I have a feeling that I will be able to as soon as I finish writing this, but for now I can't sleep.
I just got bit by a cat.
OK, not just, but about 20 minutes ago. It'll play into the story.
One of our furry house guests decided to be adventurous and go into the garage several hours ago. I forgot about this. And when the immigrant came home earlier this evening and opened up the garage door, Mel the pussycat got out.
It's Mel's first foray into the great outdoors and it wasn't a positive experience for him. When I remembered he was gone it was too late. Mel was out of the garage. I found him though, howling outside on the back patio. And scared to death.
I mention that sometimes things point back at me. The pastor talking about the problem of far too few men raising children these days and the large number of males fathering them hit home. I also knew that part two of the same themed message would be on the radio at one a.m. I heard part one on Friday morning on my way home from work.
I asked God if I could forego listening to that about eleven-thirty.
And now you know where the title of the blog came from. That answer was no. I missed part of it but I got the important part. Maybe if I'd just planned on listening to it, the fight between the two pussycats and the dog going after Mel for being aggressive could have been avoided. Possibly, the cat bite could also have been avoided.
It's been scrubbed and cleaned with alcohol. He's an indoor dude so I'm hoping his quick trip outside hasn't resulted in anything that's gonna cause me to have to have shots. I'm calling the doctor tomorrow though and getting a tetanus shot. First thing.
Mine is expired.
Mel was just scared. He wasn't intending to hurt me. But Mel's departure and reappearance kept me awake long enough to hear what I didn't want to.
Remember the other day when I said the truth hurts. Sometimes it does, in more ways than one!
I just got bit by a cat.
OK, not just, but about 20 minutes ago. It'll play into the story.
One of our furry house guests decided to be adventurous and go into the garage several hours ago. I forgot about this. And when the immigrant came home earlier this evening and opened up the garage door, Mel the pussycat got out.
It's Mel's first foray into the great outdoors and it wasn't a positive experience for him. When I remembered he was gone it was too late. Mel was out of the garage. I found him though, howling outside on the back patio. And scared to death.
I mention that sometimes things point back at me. The pastor talking about the problem of far too few men raising children these days and the large number of males fathering them hit home. I also knew that part two of the same themed message would be on the radio at one a.m. I heard part one on Friday morning on my way home from work.
I asked God if I could forego listening to that about eleven-thirty.
And now you know where the title of the blog came from. That answer was no. I missed part of it but I got the important part. Maybe if I'd just planned on listening to it, the fight between the two pussycats and the dog going after Mel for being aggressive could have been avoided. Possibly, the cat bite could also have been avoided.
It's been scrubbed and cleaned with alcohol. He's an indoor dude so I'm hoping his quick trip outside hasn't resulted in anything that's gonna cause me to have to have shots. I'm calling the doctor tomorrow though and getting a tetanus shot. First thing.
Mine is expired.
Mel was just scared. He wasn't intending to hurt me. But Mel's departure and reappearance kept me awake long enough to hear what I didn't want to.
Remember the other day when I said the truth hurts. Sometimes it does, in more ways than one!
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