Normally, she’s in by 9:00, has a snack, does some grooming , and is in bed by 9:30.
She never showed.
This meant that I got little sleep as I went outside at regular intervals through the night making odd sounds with my mouth (that she seems to understand) and of course calling “kitty, kitty, kitty” rapidly in a pitch considerably higher than my speaking voice.
All night long.
In my underwear.
The next time I go outside I need to be wearing a three piece suit to restore any notion of personal dignity in the eyes of the neighbors.
All night long I worried and my mind conjured up images of Miss Kitty trapped somewhere, poisoned somewhere, hurt somewhere, or even captured by an evil neighbor and taken to the pound.
I swore my wrath against that imaginary villainous neighbor about 4:00 AM.
She sauntered through the door a few minutes ago.
She ate breakfast, shot me an “I’m sorry” look, and sauntered back out the door.
She’s fine and I’m relieved…exhausted, but relieved.
I share this with you because I found myself feeling guilty on two fronts as the night wore on.
There was guilt because I’m closer to this cat, feel more love for this cat, and would sacrifice more for this cat than I would for most people.
Surely, God can not be pleased by this.
God informed me that this was legalistic tripe and that He’s responsible for the creation of pets in the first place.
The second area of guilt was in the realization that I care so much for this cat because she cares back.
She’s MY cat.
She prefers my company to that of all other humans and beasts…I am special to her.
I like being special.
God said that I’m special to Him too…so I can find room in my heart for those who don’t think I am.
It’s good to have a cat…
Make your own application…