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Thorn in the Flesh ~ Tuesday Tips

“And lest I should be exalted above measure through the abundance of the revelations, there was given to me a thorn in the flesh, the messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I should be exalted above measure. For this thing I besought the Lord thrice, that it might depart from me. And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ’s sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.”

2 Corinthians 12:7-10

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The Apostle Paul referred to it as a “Thorn in the flesh.” (Many think Pauls thorn in the flesh was his poor eyesight.) Today, we call it a disability or chronic illness. Mine happens to be an inner-ear disorder called bilateral Meniere’s. Vertigo, nausea, Tinnitus, loss of balance and migraines.

No biggie. I’ve been living with the diagnosis since 1984 but as the years go on, it seems to last longer. So I’m at home most of the time and I have to do basic chores more differently. For example, Laundry.

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Little Miss Alice

My little helper, Alice.

Loading the machines isn’t too bad. As long as I don’t need to bend over to pick up the clothing.  Unloading the dryer, however, can be a problem on bad days. I don’t know about you, but I grew up drying clothes on the line outside. When I took the clothes off the line, I folded them and placed them in the basket so that ironing would be easier. I carried that over to the dryer too. It’s so much easier. However, bending over is a problem.

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We have a drop-leaf table in the laundry room against the wall opposite the washer and dryer. I thought it would be great for folding clothes. On good days, it is! However, on bad days, that means turning as I take the clothes out of the dryer, turn 180 degrees and place them onto the table to fold.  Big vertigo trigger! So this is what I do.

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This might not be great for the dryer but when I open the dryer door, I stack all of the undershirts and tops that need to be folded, face down over the dryer door while I fold the smaller things and place them in the basket. Now, I have a stack of undershirts and Tee shirts to fold all at once. Usually on the laundry table unless it is cluttered!

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This time I opted to fold them on the bed for my sweet hubby to put away. So much simpler and more efficient. At least it is for this gal.

I hope I haven’t bored you with my folding technique. I know there are many people who are suffering and also unable to do the simple tasks they were once able to do. I try to do only one or two loads at a time but not more than that on one day unless I am vertigo free. God’s grace helps me find simple ways to do the things that must be done.

Part of that grace is the blessing of my husband, John.

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He is such a blessing! Especially when he does the laundry or brings “carry out” dinner!

He even runs the vacuum cleaner! He does the laundry and I fold it. Great team, right?

I think so!

As wives, our “thorn in the flesh” is also felt by our husbands who may not be natural cooks or fond of washing dishes. They sacrifice a lot for us and are often overlooked.

I just want to praise the Lord for my husband of almost 34 years. John Purdy, you are a blessing and I love you!

There are many blogs and support groups out there for those of us who live with chronic illness. One of my favorites is written by my friend, Lisa Erhman. Please click on her link below.

Chronically Content

 

Changing Styles: From Fluffy to Traditional/Vintage.

Traditionally, Monday is laundry day which means clean sheets! Who doesn’t love clean sheets? The only thing better is line dried sheets but we don’t have a yard so it must be the dryer for this gal!

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I like the new way of making beds. You know, the inviting look. The big fluffy comforter, pillow shams and lots of pillows which give the bed so much appeal. However, with cats in the house, I like to keep the pillows we sleep on covered. No kitty-smelling pillow for this gal! Besides, as much as I love fluffy, warm comforters, my husband is just the opposite.

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This was our seventeen-year-old Patch. He earned the priviledge of napping on the pillows. Besides, at night he slept on the pillow between us and sometimes on my head but that was a long time ago. 

The cozy comforter ended up folded at the end of the bed because it was too hot. Uncomfortable. And so, for Christmas one year, John picked out a bedspread. When it is folded to be carried to the dry cleaners, it’s heavy but it is surprisingly lightweight on the bed.

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Skippy taking possession of the new bedspread

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I moved out heavy comforter and pillow shams to the guest room and pulled this bedspread out of the closet. I was surprised how lightweight it was but it is slippery!

Every morning, one of us has a majority of the cover. (I keep a folded quilt on my side of the bed. I would freeze with just a sheet and bedspread.) So I tried tucking in the bedspread at the foot of the bed. Since we have a footboard, it wasn’t seen.

It didn’t work. I bought a roll of non-skid rug liner. (Also great for drawers and shelves.)

I put the liner between the top sheet and the bedspread. It didn’t work either.

Today is Monday so when I changed the sheets, I had a brilliant idea. (We’ll see!)

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This is the foot of the bedspread.

I pinned the rubber backing to the foot of the spread and tucked it in. Hopefully, the weight of the mattress will hold spread in place.

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“Tucking it in.”

And now I am reverting back to the traditional way of making the bed. The way Granny taught me when I was six-years-old. (I love nostalgia!)

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Add throw pillows so that it won’t look too plain.

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Just like John’s grandmother made her bed. 

Footnote. Ruby just came to get me and led me to the bedroom. She walked straight to the bed which is usually her way of saying, “lets nap!” I usually stand up the pillow so that she has room but this time I just moved the throw pillows and she jumped up, looked around and headed to the covered quilt at the foot of the bed.

I might have to find another quilt to cover up with tonight. Ruby is in for the night. At least until kitty snack time.

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Cats and Christmas Trees

Earlier, I re-posted last year’s account of our Maine Coon, Ruby’s experience of chewing on the Christmas tree light which was attached to the pre-lit slimline tree. I promised to post pictures but for some reason, they didn’t show up.  So I will try again.

Ruby stayed under the table until the tree was up and didn’t bother it again. She had learned the blessing of forgiveness.

Ruby finally came out from under the table to “help” with the tree.

All was forgiven. Ruby and Skippy enjoyed the tree and were rewarded with gifts on Christmas morning.

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“For me?”
(I learned years ago to add a little cat nip to the cat’s gifts. They will be drawn to that package first!)

“I love it – even though this one was really meant for Skip.”

We bought the pink toy for Ruby but Skippy preferred her gift and she preferred his!

After the initial problem of the lights, Skippy and Ruby were well behaved in regard to the tree. Pets chewing on cords and eating tinsel are hazards this time of the year. There are products that one can buy to spray on the cords, tree, ornaments, furniture or anything you don’t want to chew on. We discovered Sour Apple several years ago and it worked very well. We may need to buy some more this year.  “Why, you ask?”

“Skip and Ruby said we are getting a real Christmas tree. This will be my first Christmas with my forever family!” Alice said as she purred in anticipation.

This is Alice’s first Christmas with us in her forever home. We want her to be safe and to enjoy the tree as well. (Some of our dainty ornaments may not go on the tree this year, just in case!) Alice’s nick name is “Turbo Kitty” because she loves to run through the house and literally climb the walls! She’s fast and loves to play. I am sure we will have some delightful pictures to share as we decorate our Christmas tree this year!

We have had cats since 1991 and it can be a challenge and entertaining to have kitties checking out the decorations. Of course, we can’t pile presents under the tree until we are ready to open them but that’s okay.  I would rather have a bare tree skirt than to have our felines chewing on ribbons which can be dangerous if swallowed.  Besides, once the packages are opened, they enjoy chasing balled up paper and sitting in the empty boxes!

Our first cat, Zippy picked out his gift immediately. I sprinkled cat nip on the toy before wrapping it. This is the Christmas that we learned the danger of allowing the cats to chew on ribbons. He loved his toy, though!

Jake had almost as much fun with his “Christmas bag” as he did with the toys. You can see how delighted he was!

“I can’t believe they gave me a toothbrush and kitty toothpaste for Christmas! At least I have this comfy box!”

Patch claimed John’s gift for his own. We often tied the bandana around Patch’s neck and he walked around in it with his head held high. All he needed was a pair of boots and a cowboy hat to complete the outfit!

“Now, where did Mom hide those gifts?”

And then there was Missy Cat who discovered the true meaning of Christmas!

Join Missy Cat on her adventure when she jumps into the Christmas tree and discovers the true meaning of Christmas! (Now available as an ebook and can be ordered as a print book from Amazon.com)

May you be blessed this Christmas as you focus on the true meaning of Christmas – Jesus!

Happy decorating!

Kathy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Birthday, Ruby!


Today is Ruby’s birthday and she seems to know it. She has been running around the house chasing her hard food – batting it like a hockey puck, playing with her favorite kickeroo, batting a toy mouse and teasing Skippy and Little Alice.

 

 

Happy Birthday, Ruby!

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We knew we wanted another Maine Coon to be a friend for Skippy. John had scoured the internet for all the Maine Coon breeders and knew which cats were about to be “new Mamas” and the bloodline of the new litters.

I wanted a calico kitty like my first kitten, Ruby.

Ruby the first was a sweet, gentle kitten who allowed this six-year-old to dress her up in doll clothes and to stroll her around the neighborhood in my red doll carriage. I wanted another kitten like that! Although it is difficult to find a kitten with the same temperament of another cat (especially one born more than forty years later!) but I remembered what my Ruby looked like so that is what John looked for.

One night, he called me into the home office and said that “Nicole’s” kittens had arrived.  I saw the picture of this tiny kitten and my heart leaped. “That’s her! That’s my little Ruby!” I said with confidence.

 ♥ Our first picture of Little Ruby

Wasn’t she adorable? I’m not sure John thought so at first. I seem to recall the phrase “little wet rat” was spoken with a chuckle. But I knew this was our little gal. No doubt about it. John contacted Karen, the Maine Coon breeder and made arrangements for us to visit them in Lenoir, North Carolina.

 

 

  By the time we were able to visit Ruby the first time she was this adorable, fluffy kitten.

 

 

 

 

Ruby and her kitty family lived in a nice, clean bathroom. Ruby didn’t hesitate to come to us.

Mama Nicole anxiously watched us for a few minutes and then seemed to give her approval. I had the feeling she was telling me that she was happy to let me be Ruby’s new “Mama” and we were delighted!

 

 

 

 

Ruby and her kitty family lived in a nice, clean bathroom. Ruby didn’t hesitate to come to us.

Mama Nicole anxiously watched us for a few minutes and then seemed to give her approval. I had the feeling she was telling me that she was happy to let me be Ruby’s new “Mama” and we were delighted!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Karen kept us up to date on our sweet kitten and we noticed the term, “feisty” mentioned once or twice.

 

 

 

Good practice for meeting Skippy! Notice her sibling? Not sure if she just punched him or if he is watching her practice her “princess wave

 

 

 

It didn’t take long for Ruby to settle into her new family. We think it was love at first sight when she and Skippy finally had the freedom to play together.

Best Friends!

They have enjoyed playing together ever since.

They still have a bit of kitten left in them!

It’s not unusual to see the Purdy cats running through the house or stalking each other one minute and snuggling the next!

They play hard and sleep hard!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And then Little Miss Alice to be a loyal friend!

 

 

 

Happy Birthday to Ruby, our little Princess!

 

Thirsty?

We are all familiar with the old saying, “You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink,” right?

Well, this is apparently true of cats too. A couple of weeks ago we replaced our cat “fountain” with a new and improved model. We thought they would be thrilled since we removed their old fountain a month ago and had them drinking water from a bowl.

Ruby did not care from the bowl. She demanded water from the faucet in the bath tub. She is used to that and it is more convenient – since she loves to “hang out” at the tub. Her first impression of the new fountain was uncertainty.

Skippy taking a closer look at the new fountain and sniffing the filtered water.

Skippy touching the water.

Alice investigating the new contraption.

Ruby slowly inched closer to the fountain. She finally drank from it an hour later.

She still prefers water from the faucet.

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We are often like that. Our Heavenly Father provides for us in ways we did not imagine and we ignore His provision. It doesn’t seem familiar, it’s inconvenient, “this isn’t what I prayed for!” But just as we wanted to provide healthy, filtered water for the cats and they were somewhat hesitant to drink. Our Heavenly Father’s ways are higher than our ways. He knows what is best.

Just as the woman at the well came to the well for physical water, Jesus gave her something far more important. The Living water! Jesus said,

“Whoever drinks of this water will thirst again but whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him will become in him a fountain of water springing up into everlasting life.” John 4:13-14

He was speaking of Himself. He is the Living Water.

“I will pour water on him who is thirsty, And floods on the dry ground…”

Isaiah 44:3-4

Taste and see that the Lord is good!

Kitty Korner

How does a cat utilize his or her time? It depends on the cat.
Skip and Ruby are two-year-old Maine Coons and they spare their energy. Enjoying the view from the window as they did this afternoon.

Alice loves to explore other parts of the house too. Anything new is her delight!

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Yesterday, all three kitties were my comforters after I had a little fall. They were sweet as can be. Cats may sleep a lot but they are also loving and are often our little clowns!

Hope you enjoy our slide and have a wonderful weekend!

God Bless,

Kathy

Bath time for Skippy or How do you wash a big cat?

Poor Skippy wasn’t feeling well Saturday. The end result was that we had to give him a bath for the first time in almost a year. How does one give a 18lb Maine Coon a bath?

When he was a kitten, we washed him in the bathroom sink – and then the kitchen sink (with my protests of course!) And now at two years old, he is too large for our new smaller kitchen sink. (“Yay!”)

John had it all planned out. He put a bath tub mat down (our very slippery tub has only been used once before.) Then he added the little Rubbermaid stool from child care days, donned a pair of shorts and got into the tub with Skip. He sat on the stool and held Skippy close while he trimmed his claws. (A “Must” we learned the hard way).

Next, John held Skip in a standing position. To our surprise, he didn’t protest! I controlled the sprayer (well, with some help from John. We discovered the “hose” attached can be quite noisy if pulled at an angle. Cats do not like noise. Avoid this pitfall by pulling straight up; making sure to hold the hose to keep it from banging against the side of the tub.)

Kitty shampoo came next – lots of shampoo. We lathered him well, making sure to get every inch of that long hair clean. From the back of his ears (never try to wash a cats face unless just using a damp wash cloth) to the tip of his luxurious tail.

Rinse. (No time for conditioner this time.)

He surprised us. No fuss – no muss!  I believe I heard a sigh relief as we turned off the water and reached for the towel. Not sure if it was Skippy or us.

And then came the dreaded part – Drying that luxurious coat! If it were me, I probably would have dried him on a thick, fluffy towel and allow him to dry naturally in front of the fireplace. However, since most of the heat from our gas logs escape through the chimney, we had to get out Skip’s least favorite item in the world. The dreaded hairdryer! He doesn’t mind if we use it on our own hair, but if we aim it at him or Ruby, he goes into attack mode. Not us – the noisy monster blowing warm heat on him. (Silly cat – the warm air feels good!)

The solution we came up with when he was a kitten is a black coated dog cage. You know the one – the training cage. We discovered that we can dry him better than in a closed in kitty carrier. Don’t even think about trying to hold him with the dryer aimed at a him!

Unhappy, wet cat

Not happy!

Little Miss Alice giving her new “big brother” support. She stayed with him the entire time.

Skip took a swipe at that that loud, hot air monster!

Through it all, a new friendship was formed. Little Miss Alice had stayed near to keep her big brother/friend company. Isn’t it wonderful to know that you don’t have to endure hardship alone?