I thought I had almost drained the “cat/Christian” analogy well dry…until this morning.
As is her custom, Miss Kitty woke me early to feed her ,then she opened the door and went outside for her morning “constitutional”.
That’s what one of my childhood friends father called it when he disappeared into the bathroom every morning for an hour.
I’m not sure it’s a real word, but I always liked the sound of it.
For Miss Kitty this means going to her preferred place in the yard, digging a hole, then securing the premises after her business is complete.
Then, she opens my door and bounds into my lap as I work at the computer, bathes ,and goes back to sleep.
The problem this morning is that it’s been raining all night and all morning.
The site of her morning constitutional is now a muddy cat sewer.
She is a wet, dirty, disgusting, mess.
She knows this somehow and just sat and stared at me for a moment in her shame.
She jumped in my lap anyway.
She’s not afraid to to show me the dirt.
In fact, her kneading and rubbing against me insures that I’ll be covered in it.
I was about to toss her on the floor when I realized I had both a revelation and an article for this morning.
Instead of dumping her off I took her in the bathroom, retrieved a towel, and helped her clean up and dry off.
She purred and chirped all through the process, finished her own bath, and went to sleep.
You’d never know she had ever been outside.
A good parent of pets or children is never afraid of the dirt…they just don’t want either to stay dirty.
If it keeps raining I suspect I’ll have to repeat the process again…and again.
My cat lives in a muddy world and I’m the keeper of the towels.
Love has lots of towels, the loved know who has them.
Make your own application…