Lord, flow through me and help me be aware of the needs around me that I can meet.
Loving Out Loud -- Joyce Meyer
. . . but somebody's got to live it.
This is Sweet Pea's favorite past-time. Laying out on the balcony soaking up the sun. Yes, he is a cat. Not a dog in a cat suit although he is the size of a medium dog. Probably weighs in around 25 pounds but he's pretty solid. The funny part is Sweet Pea acts like a dog. Sits up on his hind legs and will take a treat out of your hand. Rolls over on his back for anyone who comes in the door to scratch his belly. Sweet Pea doesn't care if he's never seen the person before -- they got two hands that as far as he's concerned should be rubbing his tummy. And he's not above flopping down and giving the "pitiful me" look to make that happen. He has no pride. I am glad that he really isn't a lap cat although at times he feels the need to lay on my chest when I'm relaxing and watching tv. A time or two I thought I heard a rib crack. Lol.
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