Taking a break this morning studying for the lesson on Sunday. That lesson be, David and Bathsheba. Ironically, several times this morning when looking out into the backyard, Strawyer and Punky seem to be recreating, you can also take this as a pun, the story of David and Bathsheba, but really no baths involved cause cats generally don't like water. Yesterday, we looked at 2 Samuel 9 and the kindness of a king. So we go to the high mark of David's kingship to the lowest point...which is coming up Sunday, Sunday, Sunday.
The several time delayed Sunday School party happened on Saturday afternoon. We had such a good time and honestly, such good food. We went with salads and desserts...not a bad combination. A no guilt meal. It was the first official party on the back porch and what a great way to break in the porch. Lots of laughter in between bites of our delicious dishes. We were trying to think of a way to make this our Sunday School gathering off campus but decided we would all show up Sunday morning and give this more thought.
When the weather people say pop up thundershowers I kind of dismiss them because we rarely are recipients of the needed rain. We live in an area known as dry ridge. Rain coming from the west many times splits before getting to us and goes north and south only to meet up in the Black Mountain area a little bit later. I checked the radar several times during the afternoon and that famous split looked to be on track....only...it didn't split. I was in the living room reading and Buddy was asleep out on the back porch. The room keep getting darker and brains here finally checked into the reason why this was happening. Dark clouds from the north gathered, the wind picked up and the air definitely had cooled off from 88 degrees. Thunder in the distance but how many times have we heard it and not see a drop of rain...well, it was a new day because the rain came tumbling in and it was raining very hard. Soon the waterfalls formed in the backyard and the river under the porch was rolling. I was talking to Roy on the phone when we both heard a horrible cry, more like a panic squeal. It sounded like a pig but no one around us has pigs, so I knew it had to be one of the cats. I ran out to the porch frantically looking around for where the noise came from, nothing. Roy thought it was Buddy. Buddy was sitting on my lap but that sound woke her up. In an hour we got almost three inches of rain, so I am thinking that maybe the water had reached wherever the cats were seeking shelter and that is why that horrible cry had been made. As the rain tapered off, Punky came out of her hiding place on the gravel road and she began that frantic cry that she makes for her kittens. She searched and looked while calling with no response. The fearful thought of a hawk getting Mr McBeavy (another name change for Bevo) frightened me that had taken place. Did some quick research and hawks can carry 60 lbs of victim....so now Strawyer could be in the mix. About fifteen minutes later, Strawyer strolled into the backyard. Still no sign of the Mr. The lightning had moved southeast so I went outside to check all the regular hiding places...no sign. My mood was sad and I trudged down to the road to get the garbage can. It is then I discovered that our maple tree had lost a significant piece of the tree, broken off from the bottom. The sound of chainsaws filled the air coming from up and down the road. Later that evening I went out on the back porch to check on Buddy. I heard a little bitty meow as a little white and orange face came out from underneath the grill. Mr McBeavy was present and accounted for. Took some food out and the family of three shared a little snack together. The life of a feral cat is so up and down. You don't see them for days and then they show up and hiss at you...well, that is mostly Mama Cat. After looking a bit closer at Strawyer, he was a little worse for the wear and looked as if he had been in a scuffle. When the mystery cat showed up later in the evening, I figured that the two of them got in a scuffle and that was the horrible noise we heard.
The frantic late afternoon deluge and cat missing in action was enough excitement for the day.
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