The Secret Keeper.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

When in Rome do as the Romans do.

Straight from the hip. Here we go.

Do you ever wonder why it is more vital, takes more vitality, takes on ever more importance to take on the young cats? The young “felines.”

Because:

They have yet to earn their stripes.

There are no shortcuts.

They often inevitably and inveigable-ly think that they are there.

Have arrived.

Most people are not that clueless.

Shortcuts.

A quick buzz.

From here to there.

A lie has speed. The truth has endurance. Think ‘bout that the next time you “ slip it to someone”.

The Pink Slip.

The Victoria Secret Slip.

The Bob and Weave Slip…..

Through. Over. Or. Under.

A male.

Over. Under.

It isn’t right.

Or left.

But. It can be sneakily sustained. Inveigable. Even.

The lure. May be immense and intense.

Pure or Impure.

Like Water.

And Wine.

St. Ambrose opined in earlier times, not necessarily simpler times.

A time when there were no, didn’t exist, slippery “flip phones”. To document a moment. Weapons of mass destruction, so to speak.

Cats and Dogs.

Dogs and Cats.

“Flaunt it if ya got it.”

What happens when ya “lose it”.

Lose what?

The boundries.

The lines.

The point.

Whoa.

Slow down.

There does not have to exist that there are two sides to skin a cat.

And yet. Here we are.

Or. There we were.

The way we were.

Should not be the way we are, now.

At least to those who seek bonafide answers.

Sans the whip cream.

It is getting harder and harder to hide. Behind the line. Front of the line. Inside the line. Outside the line. Of the feline. Over. Under. Wherever. Who wants to hide like that?. Slinky. Quiet. Too quiet. Luring. Alluring. An instant of exchange can cause a lifetime of joy or a lifetime of non stop pain.

Always your choice. In the moment, of course.

The opprobrium comes in the form of the annoyance. The accusatory. The alleged. The blame game. The contribution. The negligence. In caring for one another.

Skin or be skinned, that is the question?

Maybe.

But. It is not the answer.

Failure to act. Is failure to act.

“Lay at someone’s door” is forced blame and running and hiding. Of epic proportions.

Dogs.

Cats.

Sacrificial Lambs.

Let’s get real for a second. Really real.

A lie has speed. The truth has endurance.

Inveigably and maybe inevitably a young cat learns this from someone, somewhere—knows this as they slink and lure and peak behind the corners before entering the space, maybe your space.

All in the attempt to make you blind, hope you forget, pray you will not remember.

Slinky young felines. Wild dog. Take your pick. Pick your team.

All the while, the dog, especially the wild dogs believe in teamwork. (bbc science). The teamwork that has them compete as a part of a team and run as the team until pure and complete exhaustion causes them to collapse. Bless the dog.

St. Ambrose. Of Milan. The Guy. The older and wiser guy. Kinda knew to draw a line in the sand. And with good reason. Following the customs of where you may lay your hat in the evening is and should always be a manner filled and good activity to embrace. Dog or Cat.

Otherwise we will all simply succumb to sketching ponies and chasing butterflies. The possibility of running blind straight into a brick wall. Of our own discontent. If you do not want to give or receive scandal. St. Augustine later wrote it down. The lessons of the Master St. Ambrose.

I love that! Wrote it down. The prudent words of St. Ambrose.

Evolving to, the long and short of it: Puritans with Puritans. Papists with Papists.

Cats and Dogs.

Dogs and Cats.

Boundries. Reason. No slinky “catcalls”. When times endure deep instability. It takes a strong leader to “step up”. Separation of Church and State. The Doctor of the Church, St. Ambrose had a wide and lasting influence. In many spheres of influence. The keeper of the secrets and the generous teacher of the lessons. Bless him for sharing.

Like a good dog.

Like a good old dog.

Like a good dog.

Eminent learning.

High degree of sanctity.

Lifelong learner.

The state or quality of being holy, sacred, or saintly.

Show me a cat like that, and I will consider the lessons learned.

Promise.

Until then. Will look over my shoulder. My choice. My boundary. My life.

Karma can be a bitch. Strong opinions can be too. Better to protect that which is sacred, than that which is shifty.

Would you agree? And if you do not.

No sweat off my brow. Tis better not to be a fool than to play a fool.

Messianic. Or. Manic.

We are here.

We are there.

But while we still have a few choices.

How and who will you choose? To follow?

Hop on the God bandwagon for only a short stint and ya may fall off head first into the ground. Believe if you choose not to use.

Ouch.

Subscribe to the concept that a lie has speed but the truth has endurance, may put you in zealous company. Sometimes, the loudest is the most necessary in the moment. In the heat of the moment.

One giant scream can alleviate a whole bunch of angst.

Just ask the loud barking dog who does not waste any time.

He knows where the slinky young cat is and feels naturally compelled to warn others. Does not mean doggie does not like cat.

It means there exists a numinous relationship of regard for his fellow man. The dog would love to share the lesson.

With the cat.

If the young cat would only listen.

A wiser, life tested and good cat, a beautiful feline has earned the stripes of trust and loyalty. And protects those in the litter🙂.Even those brought in the sphere who may be older, the not yet-learned-the-ropes-ones. The naive.

No shortcuts.

Hard work.

Painstaking sometimes.

Tough questions-both indirect and spot on direct.

To get to the bottom of it.

And the top of it—for the lesson to be learned in the future. For the lesson to be shared in the future. Despite or in spite of what you may think—It is fun! Learning new and good things can be real fun.

No. Not to be blinded by the inveigable cat. To be energized by the good dog. The hallowed dog. The loyal dog. Until and when God calls him home.

All dogs go to heaven. What is currently the thinking, the same to be said, so far about cats….going to heaven…All God’s creatures do too?

The hallowed.

Like a fine wine🤭. Great importance. Great age. Otherworldly one might say. Extraordinary. Not very ordinary. Slinking and lurking are activities of an animal on The prowl, on the prey.

Just not really in a world destined for peace.

A world destined to repeat the mistakes of the past in order to pass it on…..