Wednesday, January 8, 2014

More Mercy

Little Mercy is fussy about her meals—only canned food or milk will do, and then at the right temperature—but eats an inordinate amount and eats it ravenously, gobbling and gulping. She's never had to compete or scrounge for food, so her alacrity defies explanation. 

When Mercy’s not playing panther-in-training, she’s racing her tin-foil “mice” around the kitchen, skidding on the linoleum. Or she’s playing pack-rat, stealing small objects (favorites: pencils, pens, Zach’s elk tooth) and carting them away to hide in piles.

Mercy watches everyone inquisitively, studying every movement and chore, wondering why and how. One night, she watched a football game on television, then peered around, under, and behind the set, trying to figure out how those little men got in that box!

 "Some people own cats and go on to lead normal lives." - Unknown

The fearless panther taunts the giant tiger

"The faithful love of the Lord never ends!
    His mercies never cease.”

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