Thanksgiving in July

Watching Cats simply being cats can be therapeutic, mesmerizing, comforting and humbling. It is in observing a cat's grace in handling life in the moment that I try to drink in each time I look at one of my babies.

While Brutus was coming down with his recent tangle with asthma, allergies and bronchitis, I hadn't noticed that he began neglecting his grooming. By Monday, June 30th, he was cough-free. That morning, I noticed flakes on his back, near his tail and thought "Kitteh Dandruff?!" But later that day, I also caught site of him attending to his grooming. Once he was finished giving himself a thorough going over, he went to stretch out against his scratching post next to the front windows, then rested a few moments to allow me to adore him. With more thanks than I can suitably show to Stacey, Patti and Jan, Brutus will have many moments of adoration to come. This is as he sees fit. Of course.

I had to include a baby picture of him in this group! The little orange fuzz with the blue eyes, in a lovely basket lined in blue gingham is Brutus at about 6 weeks of age, I believe. He was being raised along with his siblings and his Momma Grace by their Godmother Deb Taylor in Houston, Texas. Then, as now, Brutus is full of Piss and Vinegar and is firmly ensconced as The Spokescat of the Three Royals. The ladies know when to let the Mancat speak for them!

I would like to thank everyone in the Cat Blogosphere who sent up purrs and prayers for Brutus' recovery. Once again, you all show that God hears prayer, He is responsive to prayer, and He is always just there, on your shoulder waiting to be asked for whatever it is you might need of Him.

With humility, I thank Him, and I thank you.

Blessings and Peace from

Rose and the Hearts~Filled~With~Thanks Royals