When You Just Can’t Stay Awake…

So you’re sitting at your computer–you’re a cat, by the way: I want to make that clear–and oh! All those lovely birds outside! Separated from you only by a window. But you are just so terribly sleepy… sleepy… sleepy… klunk! Lights out. But you’re a cat, and anyone can see your ears are still awake.

‘To Be a Pilgrim’

With no hymn requests coming in yesterday, I fall back on one of my favorite hymns to start today–John Bunyan’s hymn, To Be a Pilgrim, sung by Maddy Prior and the Carnival Band. Yes, I’ve posted it more than a few times before–but who’s counting?

Dogs Do It, Too

It’s not only cats that chase their tails; dogs are every bit as committed to it.

Hamsters don’t bother to try.

Can you count how many times these dogs spin around? If you can, maybe you’d better re-assess your priorities.

Babbling Biden

At around 8:48 into this video, Joe Biden babbles. This is a man who has spent several decades reading cue cards and giving speeches. Now he trips over his own tongue, saying “millstones” for “milestones” and then slipping, momentarily, into gibberish. This is supposedly our president.

Oh! And what’s up with the State of the Union speech? Uh, what State of the Union speech? The one the Constitution says the president shall (meaning “has to”) give “from time to time.” His handlers could compose one for him and pass it on to Congress in writing, sparing China Joe the risk of making a major speech. But no one knows whether there will be any State of the Union speech at all.

In this speech, above, he repeats the extravagant claim that half a million Americans have died of COVID. And no one, not a soul, in our Free & Independent Nooze Media Inc. ever asks him to prove it. Prove it, Joe! We don’t believe you! We think that figure is all wet. A 98-year-old in a nursing home, suffering from increasingly severe heart disease over the course of ten years, dies–and they chalk it up to COVID.

This is baloney. This is fear porn. Obey all those government mandates and restrictions, or ye shall surely die! Stop living like human beings! Face masks forever! Or at least until there are no more germs in our environment anymore.

This whole business is a national shame that will not easily be washed away.


‘We’ll Work Till Jesus Comes’

We’ll Work Till Jesus Comes–well, yeah, that’s exactly what we’re supposed to do! We want to hear Him say, “Well done, thou good and faithful servant.” Don’t bury the talent in the ground.

Written by Elizabeth Mills in 1829, sung by Nathan and Lyle–I’d never heard this hymn till yesterday.

When’s the Cat Going to Eat the Parakeet?

It took me a while to figure out what’s going on here, but I think I’ve got it now.

The cat is auditioning for a position as a Buckingham Palace guard; and the parakeet is playing the part of an unruly tourist trying to get a rise out of him.

Alternate theories will be entertained.

By Request, ‘Because He Lives’

Requested by “Thewhiterabbit”: this is the Gaither Vocal Band, with help from their live audience, going to town on Because He Lives. We start another blogging day with praise of the Lord.

Cats’ Vendetta with Toilet Paper

As the poor yink who’d have to clean it up if it ever happened here, I view these videos of cats and toilet paper with something akin to horror. I wonder if H.P. Lovecraft was able to keep his cats away from the toilet paper. Betcha he couldn’t.

I’m happy to say that none of our cats ever got into the habit of shredding toilet paper and turning our apartment into an indoor celebration of Mischief Night.

By Request, ‘In the Garden’

Phoebe asked for this hymn, and that’s one of the jobs we do, so here it is–In the Garden, sung by Alan Jackson: with lyrics, too.

Consider this a sanity break. So much evil, so much madness out there…

‘By the Mark’

We have this from my chess buddy, “Ohio Chess Fan”–By the Mark, performed by Dailey and Vincent, presented by Bill and Gloria Gaither.

Remember, the hymn shop’s open all day, open to all. If you have a favorite hymn you’d like to share, just let us know.