I bring the girls in for a few moments on cold mornings to make sure they are fine.

Well,,,actually I bring them in for a few moments every day, otherwise I would be completely self absorbed.

Pansy dropped her black beads amidst the raisins and pumpkin seeds I throw on the floor for them. 

That confused the party.

It seems a metaphor for something, perhaps Christ getting pissed at the money lenders in the temple. When the marketplace gets embedded in the temple then few go for the raisins.

I throw out dried cat food for the ravens. When a goat has a crap amidst their feeding ground it throws them into confusion.

Or perhaps a cigar is just a cigar. Do christians prefer to be sheep, never goats?

Do they do need goats to scape upon?