Mama is a dance photographer. I don’t know what that means, but I hear her say it all the time. To the best of my knowledge, it means she leaves me for hours at a time, comes home, and stares at her computer screen for even longer. I don’t mind the computer screen part, because then I can sit at her feet. I just wish she would stop leaving me! I can’t begrudge her, though. I can tell she’s enjoying it. It just stinks for me, that’s all.
I’ve always known prayer was important. Thankfully, my old family and now my new family treat it as a vital part of their day. It is not a time to throw toys. It isn’t a time to bark at squirrels. It’s a time to come together and snuggle a little while we talk to God and tell him how thankful we are for all the blessings we have.
I chase evil cats from the yard. I loudly remind my family to get daily exercise. I eat the parts of chicken that are too tough for human consumption. I kill big bad doggy toys. I lower blood pressure by insisting the family pets me every time they go past. I. Rock.