Aside from the hummingbird that had us all mesmerized, this little dude
and this other little dude
have exerted themselves to be more naughty than permissible in books of feline parenting.
Finally collected in the house, they sit and read, selection chosen by Gustopher Jones who has the side of his neck shaved because he has allergies. He had to get a steroid shot for his allergies and an antibiotic shot for his infected paw.
Ollie bullie spent all day outdoors and repeated the same today much to our discontent...I think tonight we may have to sit down to some serious talking.
"O My servants! Could ye apprehend with what wonders of My munificence and bounty I have willed to entrust your souls, ye would, of a truth, rid yourselves of attachment to all created things, and would gain a true knowledge of your own selves—a knowledge which is the same as the comprehension of Mine own Being. Ye would find yourselves independent of all else but Me, and would perceive, with your inner and outer eye, and as manifest as the revelation of My effulgent Name, the seas of My loving-kindness and bounty moving within you. Suffer not your idle fancies, your evil passions, your insincerity and blindness of heart to dim the luster, or stain the sanctity, of so lofty a station. Ye are even as the bird which soareth, with the full force of its mighty wings and with complete and joyous confidence, through the immensity of the heavens, until, impelled to satisfy its hunger, it turneth longingly to the water and clay of the earth below it, and, having been entrapped in the mesh of its desire, findeth itself impotent to resume its flight to the realms whence it came. Powerless to shake off the burden weighing on its sullied wings, that bird, hitherto an inmate of the heavens, is now forced to seek a dwelling-place upon the dust. Wherefore, O My servants, defile not your wings with the clay of waywardness and vain desires, and suffer them not to be stained with the dust of envy and hate, that ye may not be hindered from soaring in the heavens of My divine knowledge." (Gleanings)
We can smell the weekend practically...little boys send you kisses and best wishes! Ciao!