Well, we had a surprise the other morning! I got us up early to go walking because I just had this feeling that there was some treasure outside. Sure enough, when we opened the front door, there was a little kitty cat on our front porch chair!
I was worried that she had lost her Momma because she was very little. I was very interested in her giving her a home, but my brother said that we could not let Kitty stay. Now here’s the funny part: he’s the one who gave her a little plate of milk. Ha ha! That’s probably like an engraved invitation to get her to stay!
Sure enough, the little kitty pretty much made that chair her home for four days. Even when my brother put the milk way out on the fringes of our yard, she’d always come back to her chair! Here I am waiting for her return:
Do you remember when we took down the old fence? Well, she did venture out to the side yard one afternoon to check out the old fence pieces. Wow, I really wanted to meet her!
I dug and dug and dug but the fence was still there. That’s when my brother decided that she needed a home that would let her drink milk in peace. And that’s when our friends Kristin and Steve come in. They decided that she could live at their house. Well, I think Kristin did most of the deciding, but Steve held the Willett box that my brother brought back from the Bourbon Trail, so I think that was a help. As they drove off with “Miss Kitty” in it, I felt a little sad, but I will say that it’s nice to not have to bark all the time: for some reason I thought that was important while she was on the porch.
As you can see, I still look for her. My brother insists that he is not toasting her departure here, but he does seem happier than me about it. He told me that I was a good boy for looking out for her: that I could be her Marshall Dillon. I have no idea what he’s talking about! Besides, I already have the title of Prime Rib Minister. But, I guess there’s always time for me to be a Marshall, too!
Well, I hope that you have a good time looking out for whoever the Lord has appointed you to be Marshall Dillon to today. And, here’s something I’ve learned: you can actually bark less getting the job done than you think you can!
Love, Winston