What My Center Looks Likes

the Silver Persian

This is one of the five visible centers of my life.

I should mention that I have an invisible center of all centers: Jesus Christ is my Lord and Saviour, and I would not be who I am without Him.

The first picture is Smudge, our newest kitty — she is almost three years old.

While the other two cats, Patsy and Lilly, know me as “the new guy,” she thinks of me as her first male servant.  This morning, I was the door opener — and last night, too.

Here are the two humans that are important to me, the love of my life, my beautiful wife, Lana, with a fairly recent picture of our son, the cool kid with shades.

"Who's that in *my* bed?"

This is just a fun picture — both looking at the other; neither is too sure what to make of the stranger.  We never leave them alone like this without supervision, then Ryan was too little, now he’s just old enough to cause the cats harm, and not understand… [he hasn’t, yet, and we watch him like a hawk!]

The cat is Patsy, the baby is Ryan.  (He’s older now.  So is Patsy, but she doesn’t show it like he does.)

This is Lana’s second cat, the elder is Lilly.  She is ten years old, if I recall correctly.

And she’s very skittish — before Lana got her, a kid broke her back leg, so she’s afraid of little people, but she’s adapted to Ryan alright.

Ryan is now twenty-one months old (his birthday is May).

Finally, the queen, Lilly.  She is eleven yrs old, and just recently got shaved, partially.  It looks like she’s wearing no pants, right now.  It’s hillarious, to me, but her dignity is severely hurt.

This is what her royal highness looked like before her “fur-cut.”  And I must admit she is very beautiful (though don’t let her hear that, she’s already vain enough!).