This is one of those days.
Not only has the wild glutton kept me up most of the night again, he has a new habit.
He drags things into the cat box and befouls them…after knocking them onto the floor in the first place.
A couple of days ago,it was one of my slippers.
Yesterday, it was both of my Minnesota Viking slippers.
This morning, it was a framed picture of me that he then “photoshopped”.
I’m beginning to get the hint…
After his constitutional, he then kicks sand out of the box until my carpet looks like a beach party was held while I got my two hours of sleep.
Miss Kitty, on the other hand, is perfect in every way.
She is quiet, clean, and sweet.
She is my fur angel and a wonderful companion in every way.
She even tolerates Chester’s buffoonery…most of the time.
I always love my Missy.
To Chester’s credit there are times when he tries to be a good cat, but his nature is badly fallen.
I would get rid of him, but he reminds me of me.
He makes me wonder if God compares His kids to one another and shakes His head when He looks at me.
Some of His kids seem to have it together and they act like they’re supposed to.
My life looks like I dragged it through the cat box.
My nature is badly fallen.
There are days when I wonder if He hates me.
Sometimes, I wonder if I’ve got one foot in heaven and the rest of me is sliding south.
Some of you feel just like me.
The good news is that feelings lie.
We’re “in Christ” and when the Father sees us He sees Jesus.
He’s completely pleased with Jesus…and us… because of Him.
He’s not comparing us with anybody, because we’ve been saved by an incomparable Savior.
We’re on the same heavenly ground as the good kids.
We just have sand on our shoes…or paws.
That’s good news for me…and you…and Chester.
Time to clean his cat box…I’m missing some socks.
Make your own application…