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I saw something quite unusual yesterday. There has been this black cat lurking on campus since I left for home early this summer. He lurks near the Sparks Center (Cafeteria), the Library, and the MXI. I also wondered who took care of the cat, but apparently the cat has been taking care of himself. For this kitty, lunch yesterday was a baby rabbit. Somehow the cat managed to capture the rabbit from his parents. And I must say, I detected a sense of pride in the cat's strut as he retreated under a tree near the library. I've always known the cats ate mice, but rabbits? I guess they're are rodents too.
However, after watching this cat, I must conclude it is a sadist. Have you ever heard of cats playing with their food? Well, this one seemed to master the art. He refused to put the baby rabbit out of his misery. The cat would let the rabbit loose. He would let the rabbit run away; he actually gave the baby bunny the impression he was free. As soon as this devil cat let the rabbit gain a few feet, he would pounce on the rabbit and drag it back under the tree. The worse of all this is that, I could hear the rabbit scream in pain and/or fear.
I guess the cat wanted the rabbit's blood warm before he ate him. Poor bunny...


A couple of days ago, my group did a little service at a Youth House a couple of blocks from campus. Everything went well... except the raging storm that soaked my group on their walk toward the house. Once there though, my group helped paint and dry wall a house the The First Church of Nazarene plans to use. A took a few photos to highlight their philanthropy. Look at
Freshman Saturday........ ahhhhh, words cannot convey the day. Mother's crying because their babies are leaving the nest, fathers reminiscing about the glory days, and sons trying to shove their parents back in the car so they can hit the road. You notice all these elements of Freshman Saturday when you're not the frosh who rushing to get your parents back in the car.
After registration was the Ringing. This year it wasn't 152 degrees in the Chapel. And I must say, the experience was more pleasant. I could actually focus on what Pat White was saying this time... although I'm a year late, I feel like his speech still applied to my life at Wabash. Especially his emphasis on communication between people.... Good stuff, Dr. White.
