I once had a cat that I didn't name. The cat became Eskay, for my first initial, S and the Kay sound for cat. Eskay still didn't have a name but an identity. I didn't really want a cat, but my housemate insisted on giving me one so her cat would have a buddy.
This blog is in honor of that poor cat that I did not name. And perhaps in honor of all those that I ignored too often in my life. The unsung heroes, just being who they were, ignored by too many of us, but who do the really great (but unheralded) jobs, perform the monumental tasks, and have the heart for love. The ones that the "headline" stories are not about. This blog is for them. The stories are their stories. Read Luke 7:38-48. She was not named but her story was told.
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Interesting; I have had many cats but they all had names and very distinct personalities. I miss and loved them all. They're all up in Heaven now sleeping in God's bed. I enjoyed you're post.
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