My cats are .....

                                                                (Son #1 took these pictures)

.... very irritating.

I must preface this post by saying that these cats have never, not once, ever, ever, ever gone a day without food.  

But every single morning one of three things occurs:

1.  I am rudely awakened around 6:00 a.m. by Rigby

2.  If I remember to shut my door when I got to bed then I open the door around 6:30 to find two cats waiting with baited breath

or...

3.  If I make it out of my bedroom with no cat around (a very, very rare occurrence) then they come running down the stairs at 80 miles per hour once they hear me tip toeing into the kitchen.

     Once I am up and they know this, they start meowing like crazy and running through my legs as I walk.  Maybe it's just me, but at 6:30 in the morning, I find that cats who are trying to trip me make me want to harm them ..... before they KILL me.

  Once I make it into the kitchen they run into the laundry room.  If I am not right behind them they immediately run back and through my legs and then shoot into the laundry room again. They do this over and over and over again, meowing like crazy alley cats, until I finally give in and follow them into the laundry room ..... where their food dishes are.

  The meowing continues as they try to get me to move faster to fill their dishes.  They pace from the food container to the dishes, meowing AT me and acting like they are at death's door from starvation.

  You would think these cats lived through the Great Cat Depression (look in your history books)!  Maybe they did .... in one of their earlier lives.  

You would also think I don't feed them for days on end.  It is unbelievable.

And HUGELY irritating.  

  One of these mornings I may just let them go for awhile to see if they'll end up plotting my death by tripping me on the stairs or choking me with a fur ball.

     But here's the kicker ..... I FINALLY put their food down and they act like completely rude idiots, pushing each other out of the way to get to a dish (they each have a dish) and start gulping down food.  Then I leave the room ..... and within seconds ...... yes seconds ...... I am being followed.  

And watched.  And here's what I read behind those beady yellow eyes .... "Is that all you got?  Because I totally don't want that.  I thought I did, but now I don't.  When are you going to feed the horse/dog cuz I want her food ..... even though it's too big to fit in my mouth.  I want SOMETHING ELSE!!"

     So today, while I was telling Rigby to take his furry little butt back into the laundry room and eat the dadgum food that I gave him ..... I had another epiphany (I KNOW!  What a week!).

     This is what God must feel like with us.  We ask and ask and ask for things.  Sometimes we act like He's never done anything for us ever before, so we beg and beg.  And then .... once in a while .... we get what we asked for.  And we are happy.  

For a moment.

And then we're not and we want something better.  We are not satisfied.  We are not content.

We must be very, very irritating.

But yet ..... He's there.  Every morning, ready to listen to us and take care of us ...... knowing that we're most likely going to be irritating that day, too.

Who knew that my irritating cats could be an object spiritual lesson?

     In other news ..... another good day.  Mostly.  In spite of.

I had a lot of work to get done and didn't get it finished, which isn't too big of a deal, except that there are a couple of issues that I really need to take care of ASAP.  But still .... a good day at work.

     I left work at 1:30 to make it to my 2:00 gastro appointment.  And because I had been forewarned that this doctor might to something very rude to me, I  remembered to take a Xanax.  Thank God for Xanax.

     Now I have to confess that I picked this doctor based of what he required for the "day before prep".   I have the world's fastest gag reflex when it comes to drinking gunk.  I did a very poor job with each pregnancy when it came time for the glucose test.  I even refused it the last time.  I can NOT keep gunk down.  Actually, I can't even get it far enough into my body to actually consider it being down.  I can't get it past my throat ..... you get the picture.  And it's ugly.

So this prep requirement was a very, very important issue.

  I turned down the first doctor because he would make me drink a gallon of that hellish gunk.  I knew that other doctors used more palatable procedures.  

  So I looked on the website of this doctor and saw that he did indeed offer a better choice.  One that I knew I could handle.

     So off I went to that appointment, knowing it would probably not be the most fun way to spend an hour, but it would be OK.

     Well, my doctor, Dr. Personality (remember my love language?) came in and kept his back to me most of the time he was asking questions.  Granted, he was at a computer, but really?

But kudos to him ..... HUGE kudos to him, he did nothing remotely rude, for which I was grateful.  All he did was have me lay down so he push around on my abdomen.  Not comfy, considering, but still ..... much better than what I thought he might do.

He said that, yes, I need to have a colonoscopy (no surprise there) and proceeded to punch some info into his computer again.

   I then asked him what I'd have to do the day before.  

And he told me.

And I tried very, very hard to not cry.

  It seems that the "easy" prep is no longer available ...... anywhere.  All of that stuff has been pulled off of the shelves ...... as of two weeks ago.  It seems that there's been a wee problem of many incidences of kidney failure related to that option (and he had not had his web site updated).  

It was a risk I would've gladly taken.

   Anyway, I held it together as he informed me that, yes, I would have to drink the gallon of gunk.  Eight ounces every 20 minutes. 

 There's not a gallon of ANYTHING I want to drink 8 ounces of every 20 minutes!

   He then led me out to his assistant, who set up the date (this Friday).  She went over the whole gunk-drinking instructions and I still managed to not cry but I think my lower lip has been chewed beyond repair. 

They did prescribe something to take for nausea, even though I tried to explain to them that it wasn't nausea ..... it was a terrible case of throat constriction.

No one seemed to care.

So I took my prescriptions and my instructions and checked out.  And made it to the parking lot.  

And THEN I cried.

I know I'm being a huge baby, so please, no lectures and no telling me it won't be that big of a deal.  Because I know better.

But ..... it's only one day of my life.  Granted ..... one very, very, very long, uncomfortable, gag-induced day, but still ..... just one.

    After leaving Dr. Personality and dropping off the prescriptions I met up with 5 other women to go down into Houston to attend one of the world's best Bible study leader's Bible study (did that make sense?).

I have done several Beth Moore studies, but this was my first time to go to her church and attend one in person.  It was a smallish group ...... there were only about 4 to 5 thousand women attending. 

And it was great!  I can't wait for next Tuesday!

     So not only do we have one of the best (if not THE best) medical centers in the world, we have one of the best Christian woman authors around.  If you've never done one of her studies I highly encourage you to find one.  She is amazing ..... and very, very real.

So, all in all ..... and in spite of ...... a good day.  A long day( .... I left this morning at 8:30 and didn't get home until close to 10:00 tonight) but a good one.

Yay for good days.

Now get those questions in!!!!!!!  

Or tomorrow will be a very dull post.