TGIF

I was in the middle of an early morning meltdown, Miss Kitty was sound asleep.

As is my habit, I was checking my email with my first cup of coffee.

Two polite, but curt, emails informing me that my services were not needed by two different companies had sent me spinning into loud despair.

Miss Kitty stretched, yawned, and strolled over to her dish.

Time for breakfast.

The chime my phone makes when I have a message sounded…I was overdrawn and could I make a deposit today to cover it?

No… no I can’t, I exploded at no one actually present.

Miss Kitty chirped to remind me that she was sitting by her dish and it was time for breakfast.

Stupid cat…don’t you know we are in a crisis here?

She just looked at me…perhaps I was in a crisis, but she was just waiting for breakfast.

Breakfast was coming, I would serve it, and there was no doubt in her mind that I would serve it as I have always served it.

She simply sat and waited, utterly unperturbed by the racket coming from me.

I pounded through the rest of my email, growing more and more agitated over the crisis that I already knew about and imagining worse ones coming.

She still sat by her dish, waiting.

Having deleted all the email I rose…and fed her.

She never had a whiskers width of doubt that I would.

She knows and trusts her master.

In her feline mind, I’ve always cared for her and I always will…even if she has to wait a while.

When I’m traveling she sits by her dish or in my chair…and waits.

She waits, not with fear, but with expectation.

I will come and I will provide.

She finished her breakfast and jumped up on my lap as if everything was going to be alright.

She has it good I thought…and left her to go to the post office to check for more bad news.

Inside my box was an envelope with a check…enough to make that deposit to cover.

How did Miss Kitty know?

Make your own application…