Here Keeeety, Keety, Kitty, Kitty!!!!

When Vann and I walk around McMurry's track, at about 9:30, a lady in one of the houses nearby opens her door and starts calling, "Here Keeeety, Keety, Kitty, Kitty." Vann and I always look at each other and smile (I giggle). There is something so funny about the way she calls the cats. And...something so comforting.

Thank you, Father, for the lady who calls her Keeeeeties every night.

Comforted by routine,
Lila