Cutting cat claws is a key CatMom skill. I've had to be come expert.
To cut my cat claws, I permit my cat rest. First, I set around them 20 minutes of petting. They get plenty of rest and attention. Then, when they are posed in rest modes, I cut their claws, keeping them as much as possible in rest modes.
Clip. Clip. Clip. CatMom is harvesting cat claw tips. "Kitten. Is that okay? I love shiny cat claws, sharp as swords, okay? Can CatMom have one of your finely manicured weapons, Kitten?"
And off one comes. And off another comes.
"Purr, purr, purr, purr."
"Good kitten."
I work with little cat claw scissors. And I figured out the finesse applied to skill.
Purr. Clip. Purr. Clip.
Hmmhmm. That's the way.
Invite:
Visitor, who usually came another way. I cut that thread. Now, little bird, you come this way, by legit Google means, and my heart will run blessings over you. Over my little bird, who used search, and who sought me by name, you do come. You come regularly and sit upon my branch, and I will coo and caw over your little cute feet. You have the cutest feathers. My heart beats and soars over your feathers, and I adore your little bird eyes, feet, and awesome structure, just as God Jehovah made you. God made each one of your feathers, with his intent you could fly.
Adored bird, come be close. Coo-cu-coo-cu-coo, Love.
I have a vision.
Part of vision is noticing the small things. Both birds have their tail feathers spread for balance.
They could take off into flight in a millisecond.
They also do this for singing. They set their posture, and they sing.
For this species of bird, this could be a couple. The male and female are similar looking.
This bird comes to our window and asks Bird Parents for food. And we bring them food. We have a relationship through our window. We hear their song, and sometimes, they sing to ask us for food. You know the difference between birdsong for play, and bird song for asking you for their needs. We get the difference. So, if little bird comes up close to where we wash dishes, looks us straight in the eye, and tweets, we know, "Bring seed."
These are our outdoor pets. I come to the window, and bird flocks come up near (sometimes). I find it amazing when 30-50 birds come and land on my branches, because I came to the window. My heart coos over their whole flock. I see two dimensions. I see earthly. I see heavenly.
I am seeing both dimensions in 1 go.
Sew, you see my heart is here.
Little bird, if you would like my love to roll over your life in a bird song and coo around you, you put out your hand, and ask Jesus to come to you.
My heart is pouring his paint as words.
This is us.
In the vision, the bird in the heart is the King shown in Song of Songs. And forward, the bird is you.
With this, I will part from you. I have some love to prepare for one shortly to come here. And I've asked the Lord for his anointing to be love to those.
Sometimes, I get to be love in person. Sometimes, I love you digitally, painting for you.
See you again, Lovely Bird. Adieu. To God be your well being, until we meet again. That's my imparting blessing to the little bird eyes here. See you again.
My close seems replete without Jesus' melodies.
Here. Little birds can tuck their eyes into their wing feathers where Jesus is. Shalom over you.
Forthcoming, the paintbrush will be references to my art, which have prophetic meanings to my Reader. Find the sleeping birdios with their eyes tucked into their wing.
Birdio is Donna speak. If you see it in my code, you see it narrated as my language. This is my term of endearment toward my birds.
Hunting the scriptures, I have this for my birds. There's lots of cool stuff, and in fact, many things I would want to show you. However, my heart feels a very strong connection to this. God ties vision and word together. The two are linked. My heart feels drawn toward remapping this image here to Birdio. Rest. I may.
Letting go, keeping the container, I found Genuine Birdio.
To cut my cat claws, I permit my cat rest. First, I set around them 20 minutes of petting. They get plenty of rest and attention. Then, when they are posed in rest modes, I cut their claws, keeping them as much as possible in rest modes.
Clip. Clip. Clip. CatMom is harvesting cat claw tips. "Kitten. Is that okay? I love shiny cat claws, sharp as swords, okay? Can CatMom have one of your finely manicured weapons, Kitten?"
And off one comes. And off another comes.
"Purr, purr, purr, purr."
"Good kitten."
I work with little cat claw scissors. And I figured out the finesse applied to skill.
Purr. Clip. Purr. Clip.
Hmmhmm. That's the way.
Invite:
Visitor, who usually came another way. I cut that thread. Now, little bird, you come this way, by legit Google means, and my heart will run blessings over you. Over my little bird, who used search, and who sought me by name, you do come. You come regularly and sit upon my branch, and I will coo and caw over your little cute feet. You have the cutest feathers. My heart beats and soars over your feathers, and I adore your little bird eyes, feet, and awesome structure, just as God Jehovah made you. God made each one of your feathers, with his intent you could fly.
Adored bird, come be close. Coo-cu-coo-cu-coo, Love.
I have a vision.
Part of vision is noticing the small things. Both birds have their tail feathers spread for balance.
They could take off into flight in a millisecond.
They also do this for singing. They set their posture, and they sing.
For this species of bird, this could be a couple. The male and female are similar looking.
This bird comes to our window and asks Bird Parents for food. And we bring them food. We have a relationship through our window. We hear their song, and sometimes, they sing to ask us for food. You know the difference between birdsong for play, and bird song for asking you for their needs. We get the difference. So, if little bird comes up close to where we wash dishes, looks us straight in the eye, and tweets, we know, "Bring seed."
These are our outdoor pets. I come to the window, and bird flocks come up near (sometimes). I find it amazing when 30-50 birds come and land on my branches, because I came to the window. My heart coos over their whole flock. I see two dimensions. I see earthly. I see heavenly.
I am seeing both dimensions in 1 go.
Sew, you see my heart is here.
Little bird, if you would like my love to roll over your life in a bird song and coo around you, you put out your hand, and ask Jesus to come to you.
My heart is pouring his paint as words.
This is us.
In the vision, the bird in the heart is the King shown in Song of Songs. And forward, the bird is you.
With this, I will part from you. I have some love to prepare for one shortly to come here. And I've asked the Lord for his anointing to be love to those.
Sometimes, I get to be love in person. Sometimes, I love you digitally, painting for you.
See you again, Lovely Bird. Adieu. To God be your well being, until we meet again. That's my imparting blessing to the little bird eyes here. See you again.
My close seems replete without Jesus' melodies.
Here. Little birds can tuck their eyes into their wing feathers where Jesus is. Shalom over you.
Forthcoming, the paintbrush will be references to my art, which have prophetic meanings to my Reader. Find the sleeping birdios with their eyes tucked into their wing.
Birdio is Donna speak. If you see it in my code, you see it narrated as my language. This is my term of endearment toward my birds.
Hunting the scriptures, I have this for my birds. There's lots of cool stuff, and in fact, many things I would want to show you. However, my heart feels a very strong connection to this. God ties vision and word together. The two are linked. My heart feels drawn toward remapping this image here to Birdio. Rest. I may.
Letting go, keeping the container, I found Genuine Birdio.
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