Back in June when Blue was just a kitten and I was keeping him in the back porch at night, I got him a bed. He hardly ever used it. When I began letting him in the house with us I brought it in here, but he still wasn't interested, so I put it up. The other day I happened upon the cat bed and brought it in: There's a gray chair beside his cat tree that he takes long naps on; if he ever starts shedding, he won't be in the house so much, but for now, he's OK. I brought his bed in and put it on the gray chair.
But earlier this morning, I walked into the living room to see this and just had to laugh:Gabe told me he now identifies as a cat because he was born with the wrong body. What is this world coming to?
OK, my friend wants to compare my left-hand writing with my right-hand writing. First I'll share part of my morning scriptures I wrote with my left hand; I used the New International Version:
Next, the rest of the same group of scriptures, but when I turned the page I switched to the King James Version and my right hand (and didn't use the flash, so the page looks a different color).
I'm surprised it's so much the same in both! The right-hand writing is a little neater, that's all. If I ever get the left-hand writing down pat, it looks like my handwriting won't change much.
Here's something to think about today: