There are strays in the neighborhood who depend on my doing so, for they have no one else to feed them.
There is a large, timid, tabby cat, a terribly thin black cat, and a little cat with a wound that won’t let me get close enough to help.
There may be others who are too stealthy for me to have discovered.
They skulk and sneak into the yards and gulp down some food, then run away to wherever they spend the rest of their cat lives.
Miss Kitty used to be one of them…but she now calls the property home.
Her bowl is inside the house and she chooses her meals from a buffet assortment of fine feline dishes, turning up her nose at what is offered until the proper one is served.
When finished, she strolls not to the brush outside, but to my bed which she now is gracious enough to share with me.
She’s been given a very good life.
She also had me worried for a while…she would come in, eat her meal as if she hadn’t eaten in days, then promptly deposit that meal (with sound effects) in a hot pile on my floor.
This went on morning and evening for a couple of days and I was getting ready to take her to the vet…until I found out what her problem was.
It turned out that as I would put out the morning and evening meals for the neighborhood strays she would follow behind me and eat them all.
Then, she would lay in front of the fence and guard the property against the strays, whacking them soundly and loudly when they came to find food.
By the time she ate her own food she was so stuffed she couldn’t keep anything down.
My cat, raised in a good, Christian home, was a selfish, violent, glutton.
Oh, the shame.
She did not have her fathers heart for those less fortunate…she feared that doing so would take away from what she had.
She despised their fleas and their wounds and their need didn’t move her.
She was safe and full and wanted to stay that way.
She doesn’t trust that I will always provide enough for everyone.
She’s forgotten where she came from.
She’s forgotten that everything she has, she’s been freely given.
She doesn’t think I’ll move her dish…outside.
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