Besides, Sabbath may have been the day of rest for the deity but we are supposed to take this time to pray and so he did this:
Well, I am entertained, there is no doubt. But let's briefly discuss this. Saturday was called dies Saturni, "Saturn's Day", by the ancient Romans in honor of Saturn. In Anglo-Saxon: sater daeg.
French: samedi; Italian: sabato; Spanish: sábádo.
German: Samstag; Dutch: zaterdag.
Swedish: Lördag; and in Danish and Norse: Lørdag ("washing day").
Today, Saturday is adorned with the attribute of Glory, which is entirely super if you ask me, and it really is a "washing day" too, for many of us at least. And then we read the following...
O SON OF MAN! Thou art My dominion and My dominion perisheth not; wherefore fearest thou thy perishing? Thou art My light and My light shall never be extinguished; why dost thou dread extinction? Thou art My glory and My glory fadeth not; thou art My robe and My robe shall never be outworn. Abide then in thy love for Me, that thou mayest find Me in the realm of glory.
Ollie seemed to be satisfied with this reading and we started our excursion, down the street. We saw:
The same bird who likes to sing at the top of his lungs perched on top of the pine tree.
Yes, they are eyeing the scrumptious mourning doves
who are not entirely oblivious of these two cats and fly off to the electric lines above.
Ollie, the genius gingercat, decides to camouflage himself so they would return
but this only attracts Augustus who decides to sit next to him and see what he is trying to do.
The doves are still up there
and so is the little bird.
That's not important because both are already distracted with another object.
Time for mummy to round up the cats and take them to a quieter place.