~ Sauga Bound! ~

This weekend will mark a much anticipated reunion of sorts, with the Mok sisters (can't wait to see you guys!). I'll be staying at Vicki and Becca's house in Mississauga and trekking off to Missionfest 2006, so I'm sure that there will be much to blog about upon my return. One seminar I want to go to is called "How to Hear God's Voice". This is an area that I sometimes seem to do well in, and other times (like now), I think that I am somewhat oblivious to that small still voice that calls us. I hope God will convict my heart in areas I need to change to help accelerate the dissolution of this barrier that has set-up in my heart these past couple weeks.

Missing Mom and Dad very much...they are currently in New Zealand and will be in Australia shortly. Poor Dad's caught himself a nasty cold. Prayers, prayers. It's weird just realizing that they are the farthest I could possibly go if I needed to see them. Haha, I remember when I lived with Diane in second year how her Mom would mix up the times every now and then and call at 5 am. Well, let's just say the joke's on me now! My poor, poor roommates ^_~

~ The Cats of Westdale ~

Westdale, the area of Hamilton that I currently call home, has an usually high proportion of dogs and cats...and squirrels! I've never seen so many dog walkers. It's like being in "101 Dalmations" and watching all the owners that have similar features to their furry friends.

The dogs at least seem normal. Quite well behaved, well groomed, and bark from time to time at passers-by. The cats however, are somewhat of a phenomenon.

Out of my six or so encounters with out-door cats, I have been approached by 4 felines in the most familiar and unreserved way. The first time, this black cat with gleaming green eyes had just crossed my path. Now I've never been superstitious, but it got my spider senses tingling all the same. Then, it approached me at a frightening speed, and proceeded to purr and figure-eight up against my legs. When I froze wondering if it had rabies or something, examining for froth around the mouth from my 5-foot advantage, it started these weird sort of hops that contacted its head with the palm of my hand. A "self-pat" of sorts. Perplexed but convinced that this cat did not have rabies, I gave it a light pat on the head and tried to walk on. It followed me for 20 feet and then went back to its house.

Weird! Another time I was walking to work and the very same thing happens with a tortoise-shell. And again on another occasion. Then, just tonight, I was checking the mailbox of the house where my roommates and I are house-sitting, and out of nowhere, this striped grey tabby flies onto the front door-step and meows, rubbing up against my pant-leg. I had a hard time getting into the house without it following me in.

So, my unprecedented encounters beg the question: Is there something in the water here that only expresses itself in cats, or do I have a huge sign around my pants that says, "Come to me kittens of Westdale!"