so when the cat has got your tongue, there's no need for dismay

In the midst of an intense Sorry tournament (the board game, not a lesson in apologizing), C2 stood up and announced something was missing. He slapped my hand, and I obediently followed him up the stairs and past the pencil-sketched “Keep out!” sign, a piece of faded notebook paper Scotch-taped to the door. He marched onward into the room, painstakingly stepping over the perfectly arranged Bionicle men and Lego masterpieces carpeting the floor. He then brought out my new best friend.

Meet Rainbow. (Please note the hammock in the upper righthand corner. The lizard's got it good.)"Ya gotta wash your hands after, Katie. Rainbow will give you salmonella."

It didn't take long for the cats to join us. They pressed their noses against the glass and pawed at the cutie inside. The lizard would, in turn, puff out his beard and throw himself against the glass. It was intense. C2 rooted for the cats. I'm still for the little firecracker.

But really, y'all. If we had a showdown, who do you think would win? This gal?

Or this one?

I rest my case.

"Remember the last few verses of 1 Corinthians 3: 'For all things are yours... and ye are Christ's; and Christ is God's.' Throughout all our personality we are God's, and since God has made our whole selves, there is great joy in realizing who is our Creator. This realization is to permeate every area and level of life. In appreciation of beauty, mountains, music, poetry, knowledge, people, science - even in the tang of an apple - God is there, to reflect the joy of His presence in the believer who will realize God's purposes in all things." (Pete Fleming, Through Gates of Splendor)