Through words and pictures, we walk the winding trails of the untamed west. As a Wyoming Christian author, I breathe in the beauty around me and put it on paper, but I dare all to take a leap into God's country. Learn of its untold stories and discover . . . where the wild meets the Forgiven.
I love Christmas. Decorations
are everywhere. The adorned tree stands in the corner, a village covers the
table, and stockings hang from the mantle.Baubles to bat, wires to chew, limbs to climb… Christmas cheer or feline
calamity? That is the question.
From the bedroom, I hear a rustling
sound in the living room. I peek around the corner and notice that the
Christmas tree is shaking. I walk closer to spy my cat, Shasta, at the base of
the tree, or at least one of her back paws. She’d attempted to climb into the
densely decorated limbs. A pitiful meow sounds through the branches. Reaching
under the tree, I snag her leg and pull her out then watch as she hisses and
bounds away in a huff.
Not even a thank you!
Well, Calamity One averted at two a.m.
“Don’t even think about it,
I turn at the sound of my
son’s tense tones. He’s glaring at the tiger kitty poised to launch onto the
table behind me. I suppress a smile and rise from the couch.
“Come here, Shasta.” I move
quickly to scoop my cat under her belly, cradling her to my chest. Stroking her
head, I can feel her low purr against my ribs and kiss her on the nose. “You
know better than that.”
“She’s such a pain
sometimes.” My son groans and rearranges some village pieces.
“Oh, she’s fine. Just a
little confused right now. What would you do if temptation stared you in the
face every day?”
Calamity Two averted just
I open the bedroom door and
almost trip over my cat. “Shasta!”
She bucks and runs toward
the hearth where she sits in front of her food bowl. Her yellow-green eyes
watch me as I walk across the living room.
I shake my head and sit on
the couch to put on my shoes. A pitiful yowl echoes throughout the house and my
eyes roll. “Shasta, really? Give me a break.”
As my foot slides into the shoe,
silence descends and I glance over at her. My eyes widen in shock. “Shasta, no!”
My cat has her teeth locked
on the strands of lights hanging from the mantle. At my shout, she releases her
grip, and arches her back, her tail bushing. With a growl, she leaps off the
hearth and races into the kitchen.
I close my eyes and try
to slow my pounding heart. Nothing like getting attention the hard way, eh?
Calamity Three averted
No matter how many
disasters I may face, the decorations will continue because I love this time of
year. I adore my Lord, Jesus and I love my kitty, Shasta. She keeps the season interesting, to say the
least. It’s a season of joy and, at times, chaos in this household.
Well, she’s beating at the
window, I better go. May the Lord bless everyone! Merry Christmas.