She was such a tiny, scrawny, little yellow kitten. And, her "meow" was so weak. She was setting at our screen door looking longingly with those beautiful green eyes. I was hooked from that moment!
"Can I give her just a little milk, please?"
"You know if you do, Sis, she won't go home where she belongs."
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"Can I give her just a little milk, please?"
"You know if you do, Sis, she won't go home where she belongs."
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"But, Daddy, what if she doesn't have a home?"
"Well, she came here from somewhere and she needs to go back" was his reply.
So, I sat down in front of the screen door just to talk to her. She rubbed against the door and began purring. In about thirty minutes, I suppose my Mother and Daddy had decided I wasn't going to give up so Mother brought a little milk in a saucer. I opened the door and she sat the saucer down. Immediately, the saucer was licked clean and kitty was begging for more.
Daddy came outside; picked the kitten up and looking her over, determined she didn't have fleas, so I was allowed to go out on the porch and play with her. She was my first and sweetest pet, I named her Blondie, and I loved her dearly.
Blondie and I spent a lot of hours playing. I was eight years old and loved playing with my dolls. I had some doll clothes that just fit Blondie and she would lay very still while I dressed her up, including tying a little bonnet on her head. Blondie just fit exactly in my little doll buggy. So, after dressing her up; placing her in the buggy, she and I made a lot of trips up and down the sidewalk in front of our house. Never once did she jump out; never once did she scratch me when I dressed her. If there ever was a perfect pet, Blondie was. All Blondie wanted to do in life was please me; her master.
We buried Blondie in the back corner of our yard a few years later. Daddy found a box just the right size and I dressed her in a little doll dress complete with bonnet and we laid her to rest under the spirea bushes.
How willing are we to please our Master? When He returns for us will we be like the song says "dressed in His righteousness"?
"When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh may I then in Him be found.
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne." William Bradbury
"Well, she came here from somewhere and she needs to go back" was his reply.
So, I sat down in front of the screen door just to talk to her. She rubbed against the door and began purring. In about thirty minutes, I suppose my Mother and Daddy had decided I wasn't going to give up so Mother brought a little milk in a saucer. I opened the door and she sat the saucer down. Immediately, the saucer was licked clean and kitty was begging for more.
Daddy came outside; picked the kitten up and looking her over, determined she didn't have fleas, so I was allowed to go out on the porch and play with her. She was my first and sweetest pet, I named her Blondie, and I loved her dearly.
Blondie and I spent a lot of hours playing. I was eight years old and loved playing with my dolls. I had some doll clothes that just fit Blondie and she would lay very still while I dressed her up, including tying a little bonnet on her head. Blondie just fit exactly in my little doll buggy. So, after dressing her up; placing her in the buggy, she and I made a lot of trips up and down the sidewalk in front of our house. Never once did she jump out; never once did she scratch me when I dressed her. If there ever was a perfect pet, Blondie was. All Blondie wanted to do in life was please me; her master.
We buried Blondie in the back corner of our yard a few years later. Daddy found a box just the right size and I dressed her in a little doll dress complete with bonnet and we laid her to rest under the spirea bushes.
How willing are we to please our Master? When He returns for us will we be like the song says "dressed in His righteousness"?
"When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh may I then in Him be found.
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne." William Bradbury
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