Gus, One at a Time
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “One at a Time.”
Today, write a post about the topic of your choice — using only one-syllable words.
Cats. I love to talk cats.
He is on my desk as I type. When he is near, it means he wants food. No lick, no purr, he just stares at me. I know he loves me, but I want to be known for more than the one who feeds. I love to be known as his mom.
Gus likes to sleep. He will not sleep with me; he likes to sleep on the guest bed though he is big part of my brood of cats.
Gus is the last cat we let in our home; four of four. He is so cool, but the vet will not say the same. He is mean to the vet. He turns fierce and not the same cat he is at home. What goes on in his mind to make him so mean to the vet? Look at this face.
Do you think this cute cat could be mean?
Psalm 34:10New Revised Standard Version (NRSV)
The young lions suffer want and hunger,
but those who seek the Lord lack no good thing.