Stowaway

There is a kitten named Emmy Sue who lives in our complex. She is probably less then a year old and very frisky. Today as we were leaving for Bible study she followed us out to the car, wondering what we were doing.

Instead of being content with watching, she felt the need to participate and jumped into the car, slipping beneath the driver's seat. Now I thought she'd just take a peek and then come out, but she suddenly seem so content I realized she wanted to come along. Using my purse strap to lure her out did not work so Natalie pulled out some snack chicken and we baited her out. While licking her lips, she watched us leave and I got the impression that how it ended was all part of her plan. Clever Girl!

. . . . We walked the beach this evening and scattered along the sand were unicorn horns. Shaped like you would imagine them to be, they are long white pointed shells that have fallen off the mythical beast and found their way here. They measure no longer then your fingers and they are everywhere but so perfectly formed you can't help but pick them up and marvel at them. Someone else gave them this name but it suits them perfectly. To go from the California shores where finding even a single shell is a miracle to here where they litter the beach like discarded treasure, it still continues to astound me. Even with the numerous tourists that continue pick them up, there is always more.

Have you ever wondered why if something is beautiful or unique, you feel the need to take it. To own it? It's strange but I watch people pocket shells by the handful and wonder what about the rest of us? What happens when there are no more shells left to admire? . . . I'm having a reflective moment, care to share?