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SEEK....
Inner Peace is a result of
Faith and Belief
Love is the result of
Cherishing and Giving
Your spirit is whole
When your Mind, Body, Spirit and
Soul
Have united for
one purpose
Unconditional Love
Peace of Mind
is a result of
Acceptance without
Demands
and Harmony.
Faith is a result
of Trusting
In a God
You Can Never
See.....
Seek the truth,
Seek the peace
Seek the reality
And you'll find the
answers
SEEK......
Wisdom
Lies
Ahead
Enlightenment
Is The
Destination.....
Love and Light,
Donna Wallace
a.k.a.
Gentle-Daydreamer
© 2003
Sent to TCM by Donna
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Live Like There's No Tomorrow
Last night, my husband and I celebrated our 29th anniversary with dinner and a movie. We saw Kevin Costner's, "Open
Range." Although we live in North Dakota, it wasn't the cowboy theme that drew us. Instead, it was knowing that we'd be treated to some
wonderful character portrayals by both Costner and Robert Duvall. We weren't disappointed. As in any good western, there comes a point in the movie
where the good guys have to face off with the bad ones. Both good guys know they could die. But rather than get steely-eyed or self-righteous
about it, Duvall's character does something unusual. He walks into the general store and buys some candy. Not just any candy, but the most expensive chocolate in the place.
Duvall asks the shopkeeper what makes it so good. The man replies that it melts in your mouth. Duvall then asks if the man knows that because he's
tried it himself, and he says no, that he can't afford it. So Duvall purchases not just one, but two bars (you'll have to see the movie to see what happens to the other one) and
bites off a chunk. He smiles, nods and says, "This is pretty good." Then he breaks off a piece and puts it into the mouth of the shopkeeper, noting
"It's a shame not to enjoy it when it's right here in front of you." We are all guilty of this to some degree. How often do you turn down dessert, because
"you just can't"? When did you decide you couldn't try something new because "I might get hurt"? I was recently in Denver, and went to an amusement park with my sister and brother-in-law,
my 10-year-old niece and my 8-year-old nephew. When the kids went bungee jumping, I joined them. (It was perfectly safe.) We have all heard the expression,
"live every day as if it's your last." But few people do. We keep living for tomorrow. Although, as many sages have pointed out, when tomorrow arrives, it's today. We never
consider that something wonderful isn't GOING to happen; it already has.& And even if it hasn't, we don't think about making it happen at the moment, even if we have the resources.
The reason why is fear. We're afraid that if we spend money now, we may not have it later. We're afraid that if we say we like someone before we know if he or she
likes us, we might be embarrassed.We're afraid to say what we want for fear we may not get it. We're afraid to say what we really think, because we could lose our jobs, our friends or our spouses.
We're afraid to try, because we could fail and thus discover that we were never good enough. (I was the clumsiest, oldest bungee jumper on the trampolines. But after I tried it, I noticed
that a lot of other adults gave it a go.) As long as we're focused on the fear of what isn't, we cannot fully experience or enjoy what is. As the
universal law states, "You can't think two thoughts at the same time." Remember, too, as another of the laws states, that "when you focus on your life, good
things happen." Watch preschool children, and you will understand. Whatever they're doing is all that matters to them. There's no tomorrow, and in most cases, there isn't even the next hour. They're
not waiting for the future to arrive, to make more money, or to find the perfect mate.Their boss doesn't have to give them praise, and their co-workers don't have to cooperate. They just enjoy whatever
is right in front of them, unconcerned with what other people think. So if you're not getting as much out of life as you like, try this. Make a quick list of ten things y
ou have right now. For example: "I have a dollar." "I have ten minutes to spare." "I have the answer to the question, 'how do you make a
perfect cup of coffee?'" "I have hugs to give away." "I have a project that would delight someone with a good sense of organization." "I have an idea."
"I have some character qualities I'd like to use." "I have plenty of energy." "I have work that uses my skills well and serves others." "I have fun with
whoever's around me." Make sure the things on your list make you feel good. Robert Duvall didn't say, "I have ten gunmen ready to put a bullet in my head." That was in the
near future, but not the moment. For now, the money in his wallet and the life experience it could buy was all that mattered. (This is not to say that you should spend like there's no tomorrow. That's
a different fear.) As you come more and more into the present, see if each day doesn't bring you more and more reasons to feel happy and secure.
My email is
Reprinted from Create Your Future
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Dance!
SuccessQuote: "Opportunity dances with those who are ready on the dance floor." H. Jackson Brown Jr.
Chris Widener's Action Point: While I believe that most opportunities are those that we make for ourselves, I also know that many opportunities simply "arrive" in front
of us, asking, "Would you care to dance?" The question is whether or not we are ready to dance with Opportunity. Or must we say, "I don't know how to dance. I haven't prepared." Or, "First let me
prepare myself." Either way, Opportunity says, "That's okay. I will find someone else. I may be back again, and perhaps you will be ready then." What would you say today if Opportunity arrived and
asked you to dance? Action Point: Get your dance shoes. Take your dance lessons. Get a new suit or dress. All of these are analogies for doing today what you can to be prepared for when Opportunity
offers you its hand to dance. Be ready! To your success! Chris Widener
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Leaving The City of Regret
I had not really planned on taking a trip this time of year, and
yet I found myself packing rather hurriedly. This trip was going to be unpleasant, and I knew in advance that no real good would come of it.I'm talking about my annual
"Guilt Trip." I got tickets to fly there on Wish I Had airlines. It was an extremely short flight. I got my baggage,
which I could not check. I chose to carry it myself all the way. It was weighted down with a thousand memories of What Might Have Been. No one
greeted me as I entered the terminal to the Regret City International Airport. I say international because people from all over the world come to this dismal town.
As I checked into the Last Resort Hotel, I noticed that they would be hosting the year's most important event, the Annual Pity Party. I wasn't going
to miss that great social occasion. Many of the town's leading citizens would be there. First, there would be the Done family, you know, Should
Have, Would Have, and Could Have. Then came the I Had family.You probably know ol' Wish and his clan. Of course, the
Opportunities would be present, Missed and Lost. The biggest family would be the Yesterday's There are far too many of them to count, but each one
would have a very sad story to share. Then Shattered Dreams would surely make an appearance. And It's Their Fault would regale us with
stories (excuses) about how things had failed in his life, and each story would be loudly applauded by Don't Blame Me and I Couldn't Help It. Well,
to make a long story short, I went to this depressing party knowing that there would be no real benefit in doing so. And, as usual, I became very depressed.
But as I thought about all of the stories of failures brought back from the past, it occurred to me that all of this trip and subsequent "pity party" could be cancelled by ME!
I started to truly realize that I did not have to be there. I didn't have to be depressed. One thing kept going through my mind, I CAN'T CHANGE YESTERDAY, BUT I DO
HAVE THE POWER TO MAKE TODAY A WONDERFUL DAY. I can be happy, joyous, fulfilled, encouraged, as well as encouraging. Knowing this, I left the City of Regret
immediately and left no forwarding address. Am I sorry for mistakes I've made in the past? YES! But there is no physical way to undo them.
So, if you're planning a trip back to the City of Regret, please cancel all your reservations now. Instead, take a trip to a place called, Starting Again.
I liked it so much that I have now taken up permanent residence there. My neighbors, the I Forgive Myselfs and the New Starts are so very helpful. By the way,
you don't have to carry around heavy baggage because the load is lifted from your shoulders upon arrival. God bless you in finding this great town. If you can
find it, it's in your own heart. Please look me up. I live on I Can Do It street. by Larry Harp
Reprinted from Mountain Wings
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Mission on the March, A Barefoot Ulysses and His Incredible Odyssey He possessed a
five-day supply of food, a Bible and Pilgrim's Progress (his two treasures), a small ax for protection, and a blanket. With these, Legson Kayira eagerly set out on the journey of his life.
He was going to walk from his tribal village in Nyasaland, north across the wilderness of East Africa to Cairo, where he would board a ship to America to get a college education.
It was October 1958. Legson was sixteen or seventeen, his mother wasn't sure. His parents were illiterate and didn't know exactly where America was or how far. But they
reluctantly gave their blessing to his journey. To Legson, it was a journey derived from a dream - no matter how ill- conceived - that fueled his determination to get an education.
He wanted to be like his hero, Abraham Lincoln, who had risen from poverty to become an American president, then fought tirelessly to help free the slaves. He wanted to be like
Booker T. Washington, who had cast off the shackles of slavery to become a great American reformer and educator, giving hope and dignity to himself and to his race.
Like these great role models, Legson wanted to serve mankind, to make a difference in the world. To realize his goal, he needed a first-rate education. He knew the best place to get it was
in America. Forget that Legson didn't have a penny to his name or a way to pay for his ship fare. Forget that he had no idea what college he
would attend or if he would even be accepted. Forget that Cairo was 3,000 miles away and in between were hundreds of tribes that spoke more than fifty strange languages,
none of which Legson knew. Forget all that. Legson did. He had to. He put everything out of his mind except the dream of getting to the land where he could shape his own
destiny. He hadn't always been so determined. As a young boy, he sometimes used his poverty as an excuse for not doing his best at school or for not accomplishing something.
I am just a poor child, he had told himself. What can I do? Like many of his friends in the village, it was easy for Legson to believe that studying was a waste of time for
a poor boy from the town of Karongo in Nyasaland. Then, in books provided by missionaries, he discovered Abraham Lincoln and Booker T. Washington. Their stories inspired him to envision more for his
life, and he realized that an education was the first step. So he conceived the idea for his walk. After five full days of trekking across the rugged African terrain, Legson
had covered only 25 miles. He was already out of food, his water was running out, and he had no money. To travel the distance of 2,975 additional miles seemed impossible. Yet to turn back was to give
up, to resign himself to a life of poverty and ignorance. I will not stop until I reach America, he promised himself. Or until I die trying. Sometimes he walked with strangers.
Most of the time he walked alone. He entered each new village cautiously, not knowing whether the natives were hostile or friendly. Sometimes he found work and shelter. Many nights he slept under the
stars. He foraged for wild fruits and berries and other edible plants. He became thin and weak. A fever struck him and he fell gravely ill. Kind strangers treated him with herbal medicines and offered
him a place to rest and convalesce. Weary and demoralized, Legson considered turning back. Perhaps it was better to go home, he reasoned, than to continue this seemingly foolish journey and risk
his life. Instead, Legson turned to his two books, reading the familiar words that renewed his faith in himself and in his goal. He continued on. On January 19, 1960,
fifteen months after he began his perilous journey, he had crossed nearly a thousand miles to Kampala, the capital of Uganda. He was now growing stronger in body and wiser in the ways of survival.
He remained in Kampala for six months, working at odd jobs and spending every spare moment in the library, reading voraciously. In that library he came across an illustrated
directory of American colleges. One illustration in particular caught his eye. It was of a stately, yet friendly looking institution, set beneath a pure blue sky, graced with fountains and lawns, and
surrounded by majestic mountains that reminded him of the magnificent peaks back home in Nyasaland. Skagit Valley College in Mount Vernon, Washington, became the first concrete
image in Legson's seemingly impossible quest. He wrote immediately to the school's dean explaining his situation and asking for a scholarship. Fearing he might not be accepted at Skagit, Legson decided
to write to as many colleges as his meager budget would allow. It wasn't necessary. The dean at Skagit was so impressed with Legson's determination he not only granted him
admission but also offered him a scholarship and a job that would pay his room and board. Another piece of Legson's dream had fallen into place - yet still more obstacles
blocked his path. Legson needed a passport and a visa, but to get a passport, he had to provide the government with a verified birth date. Worse yet, to get a visa he needed the round-trip fare to
the United States. Again, he picked up pen and paper and wrote to the missionaries who had taught him since childhood. They helped to push the passport through government channels. However, Legson
still lacked the airfare required for a visa. Undeterred, Legson continued his journey to Cairo believing he would somehow get the money he needed. He was so confident he
spent the last of his savings on a pair of shoes so he wouldn't have to walk through the door of Skagit Valley College barefoot. Months passed, and word of his courageous
journey began to spread. By the time he reached Khartoum, penniless and exhausted, the legend of Legson Kayira had spanned the ocean between the African continent and Mount Vernon, Washington. The
students of Skagit Valley College, with the help of local citizens, sent $650 to cover Legson's fare to America. When he learned of their generosity, Legson fell to his knees in
exhaustion, joy, and gratitude. In December 1960, more than two years after his journey began, Legson Kayira arrived at Skagit Valley College.Carrying his two treasured books, he proudly passed
through the towering entrance of the institution. But Legson Kayira didn't stop once he graduated. Continuing his academic journey, he became a professor of political science at
Cambridge University in England and a widely respected author. Like his heroes, Abraham Lincoln and Booker T. Washington, Legson Kayira rose above his humble beginnings and forged
his own destiny. He made a difference in the world and became a magnificent beacon whose light remains as a guide for others to follow. "I learned I was not, as most
Africans believed, the victim of my circumstances but the master of them." --Legson Kayira Excerpted from "Unstoppable"
Reprinted from Insight of the Day
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Recently I participated in a weekend workshop designed to help us
strengthen our "inner guidance" muscle. One of the more powerful
lessons our teacher conveyed had to do with the image of the locked
door. We typically struggle and rail against the locked door that holds
what we desire, and fail to see that often there are no walls
surrounding the door. We assume that where there is a door, there is a
wall. If we can't open the door, and no wall exists, we can walk around
the door and gain entry, if we are open to a different way of seeing.
Imagine that you are watching a movie on your DVD or Video Cassette
player. You eyes are riveted on the TV screen and you become wholly
absorbed in the dialogue and action. Your awareness of the room you are
sitting in has shrunk to the size of the screen you watch. In that
moment of space and time the movie becomes your world.
CUT! Your spouse or family member hits the "pause" button to grab a
snack out of the kitchen. Your awareness shifts. You let out a long
sigh, as if you've been holding your breath. You notice the colors,
shapes and sounds around you. The whirring sound of the hamster running
in his wheel; the outdoorsy smell of your dog as you let him into the
house; the changing light outside your window; the muscles in your body
that want to be stretched from sitting too long in one position. In
shifting attention, we sharpen our sense of observation and open up to
other realities.
Okay - back to the "locked door." My book is almost ready to send to
the printer. My book cover designer has made the final revisions. Now
all I have to do is complete the page layout design. My mental thoughts
about this make me feel stuck and helpless: "I've never done this =
before. It will take me forever. I need someone else to show me how to
do this. I will make a mistake that the printer won't catch. I'm
starting to procrastinate. I feel guilty for procrastinating. I'm a
bad person (ouch - I can't believe I said that!)." So much for that
version of "reality."
Let's try this again. Take 2. My doubting mind spews out predictable
limiting thoughts masked as reality. My inner observer acts as a
camera, notices, and shifts the viewfinder away from the doubter. The
camera pans the landscape for other realities. I remind myself why I
wanted to do the page layout design in the first place - to make sure
that the design of the typeface fonts and spacing reflects the love and
energy of the book's message.
New thoughts begin to take shape. I feel a sense of fun and play about
creating the page design. I find a guide to use in a book a printer
sent me. This is starting to feel doable. My husband helps me set the
exact margins for the book size. I play with the spacing and realize
this is fun. I imagine how I will showcase my tips and action steps to
set them apart. My close friend who just happens to have an art
background can help me make these look great. The design is going much
more quickly than I imagined. I'm looking forward to picking up on this
project tomorrow.
In the example above, my first set of thoughts left me banging on the
door in frustration. My shift in attention brought new thoughts that
allowed me a way around the door towards what I wanted, kind of like
walking through "walls."
Try This:
As soon as you are aware of a thought that leaves you feeling small,
stuck, or frustrated, pause and notice it. Acknowledge it as one
reality (of many) and mentally set it aside. Play with shifting your
focus to a thought that feels better. Create another reality for
yourself. Let's say you desire a promotion at work but aren't sure you
________ (fill in the blank). You could focus on what you have to offer
that would benefit people at this higher position. Maybe you want to
find a different job but find the search frustrating. Try focusing on
how you will feel when you've landed your dream job, and then take the
next action step towards that goal. Nervous about giving a talk? Find
the message that you feel passionate about sharing and your confidence
will naturally emerge.
In the August 6th newsletter I spoke about "slipping into the moment."
This issue we're "walking through walls." Maybe we'll be "walking on
water" next issue! All jests aside, let's remember that we humans are
powerful creatures capable of creating amazing things and attracting
what we desire. In the past few days I've experienced an inner serenity
and deeper confidence. Everything in my physical environment appears
lush and clearer, like looking through a sparkling clean windshield.
These changes came as a pleasant by-product of paying attention and not
going on "automatic."
Mary Anne Radmacher-Hershey says it best - "It is not the easy or
convenient life for which I search . . . but life lived to the edge of
all my possibility."
With love and magic,
Deb Call
Reprinted from In the Spirit of Success
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Five Feline
Haiku
1.
You never feed me.
Perhaps I'll sleep on your face.
That will sure show you.
2.
The rule for today
Touch my tail, I shred your hand.
New rule tomorrow.'
3.
In deep sleep, hear sound.
Cat vomit hairball somewhere.
Will find in morning.
4.
Small brave carnivores
Kill pine cones and mosquitoes
Fear vacuum cleaner
5.
You're always typing.
Well, let's see you ignore my
Sitting on your hands.
Just For Grins
Anita's
Animal Shelter Mexico

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