TGIF

Miss Kitty doesn’t know where to run to.

She was soaking up some sun laying on the driveway on the 4th when the neighbor kids lit off some firecrackers.

The noise terrified her and she flew across the street, then I saw something that looked like a cat missile pass me by going the other way.

She didn’t come back in for dinner, nor for snacks, nor for bedtime.

I waited up for her like a parent who lent a teenager the keys to the car for the night.

She snuck back in around 2 AM and complained bitterly about the world until after 3.

The other night she was sitting on my lap as we looked at an approaching storm.

We watched the wind pick up and the sky turn an ominous green, them BAM!

Lightning struck less than a block away.

Miss Kitty bolted too.

She somehow weathered the ensuing downpour somewhere before returning to the house looking like she’d spent the evening in a Maytag washer.

It had been a tough week for Miss Kitty as she relaxed on my lap yesterday.

The world had been full of terrors and she need some sleep and some peace.

Outside, the streets were littered with debris from the storm…she would stay inside and recover.

Suddenly, she heard the most terrifying sound of all.

The street sweeper!

Evidently, cats believe that street sweepers drive directly into homes and suck up cats along with leaves and small branches.

She flew off my lap in terror and disappeared again.

How foolish.

Three times she left safety, security, and provision because the world had frightened her with things that passed.

I am committed to her good and can keep her safe while the “terrors” of this world pass by.

She should run to me, not away from me.

I have proven that I’m trustworthy over the years…yet she still runs away first.

She is a faithless feline.

When she returns she’s a mess.

She needs to learn to be still…and know who I am.

I probably could do a better job modeling this for her…

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