We brought Smokey home to the ranch over two years ago, and I think it’s safe to say that we’ve never been bored a single day since. From day one, he’s captivated us with his irresistible cute-and-cuddliness, his unshakable self-confidence, and his irrepressible high spirits.
Smokey’s mission statement is simple: fun at all costs. Even if winter mouse hunting chills him to the bone; even if chasing birds may leave him perched precariously atop barns or trees; even if stalking spiders on the wall or ceiling knocks down valances or pictures; even if banging cupboard doors, knocking objects off counters, or racing around the house at midnight wakes up tired family; even if ambushing goats triggers them to butt him; even if hooking sleeping dogs with a claw makes them snap at him; even if assaulting people causes them to shout and beat him off with the nearest pillow—no matter! When merriment is the goal, the resulting mayhem is not a consideration. We don’t mind; we haven’t been this entertained since The Carol Burnett Show went off the air.
In contrast, I work too much and play too little. I’m not opposed to amusement, it’s just that there are things to do, goals to meet, projects to be accomplished—and so little time. Maybe I’ve always been like this because I remember Pete, my grandpa, quoting this proverb to me on several occasions when I was young: “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” Ah, well, perhaps I should have paid more attention; I fear I’ve become something of a fuddy-duddy. But wait! If one factors in the mischievous cat, playful goats, and crazy-faced heifers (not to mention my wisecracking Hubby), then surely I’m balanced out!
On your feet now—applaud God! Bring a gift of laughter, sing yourselves into his presence. PSALM 100:1