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Here, at THE CAT'S MEOW, tomorrow is the day of the "last frost". The garden was tilled, yesterday, and all but the herbs (which go in planters in the backyard), and a few flowers have been planted. Schools will soon start Summer Vacation; our first warm-weather holiday, Memorial Day, will signal the unofficial beginning of the Mosquito, Swimsuit, and Picnic Season. And, so, in honor of the start of Summer, we offer you this week's issue of THE CAT'S MEOW....

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Carl's Garden


Carl was a quiet man. He didn't talk much. He would always greet you with a big smile and a firm handshake. Even after living in our neighborhood for over 50 years, no one could really say they knew him very well. Before his retirement, he took the bus to work each morning. The lone sight of him walking down the street often worried us.
 
He had a slight limp from a bullet wound received in WWII. Watching him, we worried that although he had survived WWII, he may not make it through our changing uptown neighborhood with its ever-increasing random violence, gangs, and drug activity. When he saw the flyer at our local church asking for volunteers for caring for the gardens behind the minister's residence, he responded in his characteristically unassuming manner.Without fanfare, he just signed up.
 
He was well into his 87th year when the very thing we had always feared finally happened. He was just finishing his watering for the day when three gang members approached him. Ignoring their attempt to intimidate him, he simply asked, "Would you like a drink from the hose?" The tallest and toughest looking of the three said, "Yeah, sure," with a malevolent little smile. As Carl offered the hose to him, the other two grabbed Carl's arm, throwing him down. As the hose snaked crazily over the ground, dousing everything in its way, Carl's assailants stole his retirement watch and his wallet, and then fled. Carl tried to get himself up, but he had been thrown down
 
Hiswet clothes clung to his slight frame as he bent to pick up the
hose. He adjusted the nozzle again and started to water. Confused and a little concerned, the minister asked, "Carl, what are you doing?""I've got to finish my watering. It's been very dry lately", came the calm reply.Satisfying himself that Carl really was all right, the minister could only marvel. Carl was a man from a different time and place.
 
A few weeks later the three returned. Just as before their threat was unchallenged. Carl again offered them a drink from his hose. This time they didn't rob him. They wrenched the hose from his hand and drenched him head to foot in the icy water. When they had finished their humiliation of him, they sauntered off down the street, making catcalls and curses, falling over one another laughing at the hilarity of what they had just done. Carl just watched them. Then he turned toward the warmth giving sun, picked up his hose, and went on with his watering.
 
The summer was quickly fading into fall. Carl was doing some tilling when he was startled by the sudden approach of someone behind him. He stumbled and fell into some evergreen branches. As he struggled to regain his footing, he turned to see the tall leader of his summer tormentors reaching down for him. He braced himself for the expected attack. "Don't worry old man, I'm not gonna hurt you this time." The young man spoke softly, still offering the tattooed and scarred hand to Carl. As he helped Carl get up, the man pulled a crumpled bag from his pocket and handed it to Carl. "What's this?" Carl asked. "It's your stuff," the man explained. "It's your stuff back. Even the money in your wallet." "I don't understand," Carl said. "Why would you help me now?"
 
The man shifted his feet, seeming embarrassed and ill at ease. "I learned something from you", he said. "I ran with that gang and hurt people like you. We picked you because you were old and we knew we could do it. But every time we came and did something to you, instead of yelling and fighting back, you tried to give us a drink. You didn't hate us for hating you. You kept showing love against our hate." He stopped for a moment. "I couldn't sleep after we stole your stuff, so here it is back." He paused for another awkward moment, not knowing what more there was to say. "That bag's my way of saying thanks for straightening me out, I guess." And with that, he walked off down the street.
 
Carl looked down at the sack in his hands and gingerly opened it. He took out his retirement watch and put it back on his wrist. Opening his wallet, he checked for his wedding photo. He gazed for a moment at the young bride that still smiled back at him from all those years ago.
 
He died one cold day after Christmas that winter. Many people attended his funeral in spite of the weather. In particular the
 
The following spring another flyer went up. It read: "Person needed to Care for Carl's garden." The flyer went unnoticed by the busy parishioners until one day when a knock was heard at the minister's office door. Opening the door, the minister saw a pair of scarred and tattooed hands holding the flyer. "I believe this is my job, if you'll have me," the young man said.
 
The minister recognized him as the same young man who had returned the stolen watch and wallet to Carl. He knew that Carl's kindness had turned this man's life around. As the minister handed him the keys to the garden shed, he said, "Yes, go take care of Carl's garden and honor him."
 
The man went to work and, over the next several years, he tended the flowers and vegetables just as Carl had done. In that time, he went to college, got married, and became a prominent member of the community. But he never forgot his promise to Carl's memory and kept the garden as beautiful as he thought Carl would have kept it.
 
One day he approached the new minister and told him that he couldn't care for the garden any longer. He explained with a shy and happy smile, "My wife just had a baby boy last night, and she's bringing him home on Saturday.
 
"Well, congratulations!" said the minister, as he was handed the garden shed keys. "That's wonderful! What's the baby's  name?"
 
"Carl," he replied.
 
That's the whole gospel message simply stated.
 
 
     ~Unknown


Reprinted from More From Rondout



Make Your Own Garden of Friendship
 
Plant three rows of peas:
 
Peas of mind
Peas of heart
Peas of soul
 
 
Plant four rows of squash:
 
Squash gossip
Squash indifference
Squash grumbling
Squash selfishness
 
 
Plant four rows of lettuce:
 
Lettuce be faithful
Lettuce be kind
Lettuce be happy
Lettuce really love one another
 
 
No garden should be without turnips:
 
Turnip for service when needed
Turnip to help one another
Turnip the music and dance
 
 
Water freely with patience and
Cultivate with love.
 
There is much fruit in your garden
Because you reap what you sow
 
 
To conclude our garden
We must have thyme:
 
Thyme for fun
Thyme for rest
Thyme for ourselves
 
 
Pretty nice garden, don't you think?
  
~Author Unknown~
 
 


Reprinted from Dobhran's Greetings


Butterfly Boy
 
Small and gentle are your fingers,
Butterfly wings touching my cheek,
Your cosmic beauty silences me.
Here I find the words to express,
To show enough of the love I possess,
Little boy of the heavens,
Your starlight smile dripping laughter,
You call my name and I will always run,
Straight into the sound of you.
Shining with rays of moonlight so tender,
For you sweet child anything I would do.
Kissing your face is my soul's delight,
In the circle of my arms I hold you tight.
Here you are safe and pure,
And our love for you will forever endure.
 
Sarah Elise Carraway
 
Copyright ©2002 Sarah Elise Carraway

Reprinted from Prose - n - Poems



        "They're Still Now"
 
 
Passing through my kitchen and looking into the backyard
through the moon light, I see four old ropes tied to crusty pine limbs and holding planks as make-do swings. Neither of them will swing in a straight arc, but what do two squealing children know about swinging straight anyway? All they want to do is hold on tight, lift their feet in the air, and yell, "Look at me, PePaw. Look how high I'm going."
 
It seems as if it was only yesterday I heard two children squealing, "Push me, PePaw. Make me go high," but it can't be, because it has been more than a year since the grandkids used them. They are hanging still and quiet in the moonlight and in the shadows of those old pine trees.
 
When they are only three or four years old, grandchildren can visit almost anytime. But when they begin school, they can only come once or twice a year for short visits. When they do, there is so much to do they don't have time to swing under pine trees in the back yard. When they do come, Grandparents have to cram so many months of activities in only a day or so, there is no time for swinging. It has been a long time since those old pine trees have heard squeals of children swinging on their boughs. They are hanging still tonight.
 
Its winter time now in our back yard, and it is winter time in the dwindling years of our lives. Looking out into our back yard, the silence of winter wind, rustling branches, pine needles, and pine cones does not disturb those swings. Perhaps, it is the weight of the planks holding them still. Perhaps it is just the weight of the memories of two squealing children holding them still.
 
Parents, I urge you to cherish the childhood times of your squealing children. Cultivate as many memories as you can. One day when they expand their friendship circle to include other friends to share their time, you won't have them to yourselves all the time. When this happens and you are in the winter months of your lives, you want to have your minds eye filled with as many memories standing still as you can.
--Lawrence Brotherton


Reprinted from Inspire Today




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SIMPLE THANK YOU


by Michael Segal, MSW


My mother-in-law is kind, loving, and generous -- boy, is she generous.

Every year, Ami (her nickname, given to her by her grandchildren), takes the entire family on a week long vacation. Through the years, she has taken us to Jamaica, Turks and Cacos Islands, cruises, Disney World, dude ranches in Wyoming and Colorado, and Club Med in Florida.

I remember all of Ami's vacations with fond memories. However, I remember Club Med perhaps even more.

Being pulled by a rope at 20 miles per hour sounds painful, unless you are being pulled in a rubber tube by a motor boat. And that's exactly what I did everyday at Club Med Sandpiper in Port St. Lucie, Florida. Besides the tubing, and the time I spent with my family, there were many other activities that occupied my time.

I also tried sailing, volleyball, being in a show, and even water skiing. What made those events so special for me was the fact that I am disabled. But the staff said, "If you want to try, we will do our best to accommodate you." And accommodate me they did.

I had such a good time that week. I was so happy when they included me in the staff's water ski show. I was so proud when I got up on water skis. It was so much fun when the trapeze artist in the circus attempted to have me hang onto him while he attempted to swing from rope to rope. That week was truly a blast.

As soon as we returned home, I wrote a thank you note to the CEO of Club Med at their corporate office in New York City. In the letter, I mentioned all the members of the staff in Florida who had been so kind to me. I sent a letter, assuming that I would receive a glowing return letter of thanks and appreciation.

A few weeks later I did receive a letter from Club Med's corporate office. I ripped open the envelope ASSUMING that the note would read:


Dear Mr. Segal:

We're so happy that you enjoyed yourself at Club Med. We pride ourselves in hiring only great staff and we are so happy that John, Mary, Bob, were so helpful.

Instead, upon opening the letter I read a standard form letter that said:


Dear Sir,

We thank you for taking the time to write. We understand your concerns and are currently looking into them.

Sincerely,

Club Med

I read the letter again. I could not believe it. My letter was thanking the organization for what the staff had done for me. However, the organization's letter was quite confusing. I wanted to know what "concerns" it was referring to that required "looking into."

I quickly drove in my car to the travel agent who had booked our fun vacation. I "demanded" from him an explanation after shoving the letter before his eyes.

After scanning the letter he chuckled and exclaimed, "Mike, you don't understand? Club Med and other vacation companies receive so many letters, and about 99 percent of the time the letters are negative. Club Med receives countless letters. Being in the service industry they want to respond quickly. Therefore, one person's job is to open the mail and send a form letter reply, often, unfortunately, without reading the letter. Another individual's job is to read the letter and reply appropriately to the guest."

The travel agent concluded by stating that he would be shocked if I did not receive a "more suitable" letter from Club Med in six to eight weeks.

Sure enough, in six weeks I received that letter. The new letter made me feel good as I realized that "my friends" at Club Med might get some well deserved recognition.

Now, I am constantly writing letters in response to some kind of service. Whether the service is good or bad, I believe the company wants to know, and should know, how the guests had been treated. If someone does not let the company know, it will simply assume that everything is perfect. So, I write letters -- usually "thank you" letters -- but occasionally I write letters of complaint (or to put it more positively, letters of "constructive criticism").

I have been so busy writing letters to companies that I have forgotten one major thing: "Thank You for Everything, Ami!"



___________________________________________


Michael is a social worker at Memorial Hermann Hospital, an author, and well sought after inspirational/motivational speaker. His "miraculous comeback" story has been featured on national television and magazines. Mike's story, "My Miraculous Family," was published in "Chicken Soup for the Christian Family Soul." Since then, he's had many of his stories in various anthologies, newsletters, and booklets. Mike lives in Houston with his wife, Sharon, and their daughter, Shawn. He is available for public speaking engagements and can be reached at: http://www.allworld.net/segal



Reprinted from Heartwarmers


Cat Laws

Law of Cat Inertia
A cat at rest will tend to remain at rest, unless acted upon by some outside force - such as the opening of cat food, or a nearby scurrying mouse.

Law of Cat Motion
A cat will move in a straight line, unless there is a really good reason to change direction.

Law of Cat Magnetism
All blue blazers and black sweaters attract cat hair in direct proportion to the darkness of the fabric.

Law of Cat Thermodynamics
Heat flows from a warmer to a cooler body, except in the case of a cat, in which case all heat flows to the cat.

Law of Cat Stretching
A cat will stretch to a distance proportional to the length of the nap just taken.

Law of Cat Sleeping
All cats must sleep with people whenever possible, in a position as uncomfortable for the people involved as is possible for the cat.

Law of Cat Elongation
A cat can make her body long enough to reach just about any counter top that has anything remotely interesting on it.

Law of Cat Acceleration
A cat will accelerate at a constant rate, until he gets good and ready to stop.

Law of Dinner Table Attendance
Cats must attend all meals when anything good is served.

Law of Rug Configuration
No rug may remain in its naturally flat state for very long.

Law of Obedience Resistance
A cat's resistance varies in proportion to a human's desire for her to do something.

First Law of Energy Conservation
Cats know that energy can neither be created nor destroyed and will, therefore, use as little energy as possible.

Second Law of Energy Conservation
Cats also know that energy can only be stored by a lot of napping.

Law of Refrigerator Observation
If a cat watches a refrigerator long enough, someone will come along and take out something good to eat.

Law of Electric Blanket Attraction
Turn on an electric blanket and a cat will jump into bed at the speed of light.

Law of Random Comfort Seeking
A cat will always seek, and usually take over, the most comfortable spot in any given room.

Law of Bag/Box Occupancy
All bags and boxes in a given room must contain a cat within the earliest possible nanosecond.

Law of Cat Embarrassment
A cat's irritation rises in direct proportion to her embarrassment times the amount of human laughter.

Law of Milk Consumption
A cat will drink his weight in milk, squared, just to show you he can.

Law of Furniture Replacement
A cat's desire to scratch furniture is directly proportional to the cost of the furniture.

Law of Cat Landing
A cat will always land in the softest place possible.

Law of Fluid Displacement
A cat immersed in milk will displace her own volume, minus the amount of milk consumed.

Law of Cat Disinterest
A cat's interest level will vary in inverse proportion to the amount of effort a human expends in trying to interest him.

Law of Pill Rejection
Any pill given to a cat has the potential energy to reach escape velocity.

Law of Cat Composition
A cat is composed of Matter + Anti-Matter + It Doesn't Matter



Reprinted from Goofy Animals
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