Today at Iten's Acres: Enigma June 15, 2015

Morning at The Acres. I am an enigma in my own mind. At six the alarm clock wakes me up. Meow. There is no snooze button. (Well, not until the afternoon when "the clock" settles comfortably in the chair by the front doorwindow. Then, it's snooze time. I dare not disturb. The chair is taken, thank you.) She always runs on school time. Six is the latest I get to sleep in. I am perplexed by the bullying I endure at the hands--paws--of a small white tormentor.
Next, I have to feed the cat posse. They are waiting. A conspiracy perhaps? Momma calico sits staring in the doorwindow. Baby calico is hiding under the little red wagon. Tiger is sleeping on the old rug. They are not even doing their job as barn cats. I had a mouse in the front seat with me just last week. (I did find a chipmunk tail in the grass. Yessssssss!) Anyway, three piles of food. Momma always picks first--she's the boss. After breakfast they wander off to whatever the posse does all day. Wander off individually of course. They are cats. And they'll be back for supper. MC sitting in front of the doorwindow staring, BC hiding . . . Why do I let three stragglers live off my generosity? They never hint at thankfulness. At least The Boss enjoys watching them. I'm sure she lets them know somehow how cool it is to be an indoor posse of one. I think her tapping on the glass is some kind of Catonese Morse Code.
My third chore is to feed the feathered friends. Cat posse gets fed out front. Feathered friends out back. A puzzle, I know. Feeding two enemies. I don't know if there have been any casualties. I did find some bluejay feathers. But the FF keep coming to eat. Another enigma. The friend of my enemy is a chubby old bald man completely under the control of the creatures.
Life at The Acres. An enigma from the very start--every day. Time to take a walk and enjoy the flowers. Maybe spend some time on the green throne in the meadow. Free from harassment. The flowers are not bossy. God feeds and waters them. Must be nice. Hmmmmm. God meets their needs. I've read that somewhere. I have no chance of being as beautiful as a lily--but taken care of? Guaranteed. Another enigma--loved by the holy Creator God.