Doing My Part, Part 2

Clive, my 23-pound tabby hunk of feline love, teaches me life lessons every day. I thought it was high time that I shared his words with you.


Providing companionship to mom while she writes, touching her leg under my favorite blanket.
Providing companionship to Mom while she writes, touching her leg under my favorite blanket.

OK, I’m awake again after maybe 10 catnaps in the last 24 hours. So, let me see—here’s part two of me telling you what I do to “do my part” in my family.

I provide constant companionship. Before my mom moved to Tennessee, she didn’t have a cat, and she worked in an office rather than at home. When she decided to stay home after she got married to start her own editing and writing business, she was worried about feeling lonely. Well, I take care of that. I am with her all day—I am touching her legs right now!

I entertain and converse. Since my mom doesn’t talk to other humans during the business day until my daddy gets home, she entertains herself with all the dialog you are now reading between us. I am thinking that this blog may turn into a book if she keeps recording all of my insightful thoughts.

I converse with my daddy too. He talks to me as he gets ready, feeds me in the mornings and puts me to bed at night. Sometimes my mommy get confused when she hears him talking to me. After my daddy is talking to me sometimes, she will say, “What did you say, baby?” She only calls him baby, so I know she is talking to him, and I am not a baby…I am full grown, thank you very much!

I show—and allow—affection. I’ve already told you about the extensive jumping up in my parents’ laps and how I constantly follow them around. But I haven’t mentioned “mamma sandwiches.” When my mom wants to show me her love, she lays her head on top of me, and I just purr. She doesn’t squash me, and I am big, so I can take it. I’m including a picture so you can see below.

A “mamma sandwich”…I know, my eyes look scary, but I am purring. I love it!

I beg for food to keep my parents weight down. My parents, who were both in really good shape when they met, found a few pounds in their first year of marriage. Since they have to put on their fur and they don’t want to have to buy bigger sizes, they have to watch their food intake. I beg for food before they finish. I do love food, but I am really just helping them with their personal goals. It’s the least I could do for all they do for me.

Wow. I’m getting tired reading all I do again. Time for another snooze. Good night.

Spiritual Insights

God gives all of us roles suited just for how He created us. Clive has been given the important tasks described above. If you are like me, you may not always feel like you understand why you are called to do what you are called to do during certain seasons of life, but if you know what your current part it, God calls you to do it with excellence. God is pleased when you do your part joyfully. When you do, His love shines through you.

“Whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus” (Colossians 3:17, NKJV).

“For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works” (Ephesians 2:10, NKJV).


Loral, in addition to being Clive’s mom, does her part as  a professional writer and editor. She helps authors and businesses get whatever message is in their heads out to their target audiences. If you need help crafting a creative campaign, evaluating your content or completing a book, blog or other materials, check out her services at

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