Thursday, July 10, 2008

Favorite Things - Purrle

Purrle is one of my favorite things.

Purrle thinks he's a nurse. When anyone in the house (even a guest) comes down with an ailment requiring repose, he plants himself on their chest. Now, this isn't great nursing practice if one has a respiratory ailment, since the galumph kitty weighs 16#, but his attentions are most often appreciated.

Purrle thinks he's a pastor. On the very rare occasion that I've cause for a (silent) crying session, he comes immediately to my side and shoves his body against me, not leaving until I've regained my composure. I don't think you'll find chapter and verse to support this, but I believe God probably talks to the animals, and they hear His voice.

Purrle thinks he's a watchman. He guards the bathtub. This is where and how he spends the bulk of each and every day, giving due diligence to his security duties:


And recently, every night, at 3:00 a.m., he slams to the floor turns over the kitchen wastebasket, inspecting the contents to be sure no one has accidentally thrown away something good. He's very thorough in his work.

Purrle is thoughtful and sensitive. He wants to know what it's like to walk in our shoes. Literally. Any time we don't put them away.



What a great kittyboy.

Favorite thing -- Purrle




Trust ye in the Lord for ever: for in the Lord Jehovah is everlasting strength. ~Isaiah 26:4

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Purrle memory...

I remember the week that baby Purrle came to live with us, much to Dad's chagrin. I was walking down the hall past the family room, and stopped dead in my tracks, noticing Dad sprawled on the sofa with a sack of potato chips under his arm and the tiny, blue-eyed, tailless fluff ball of a kitty perched on his chest, staring expectantly right into his face. It was an amusing site, so I stopped and said, "I think he wants a chip!" to which came the gruff reply, "The little pig's already eaten ten of them!!"
Awww

Annie T. said...

I think Purrle could even turn me into a kitty-lover!

Rikki said...

my old cat Noelle would bite my face when I cried -- just little love nips that always made me laugh.