That means Chester and Miss Kitty have to spend the night alone, here, without me.
They do not appreciate the change in schedule.
The first couple of nights I was gone Chester trashed the place in protest and he shows signs of being really stressed.
Miss Kitty is used to me going away, so she just makes it a point to turn her back to me when I speak with her.
That is the feline equivalent to “talk to the hand”…but she gets over it quickly.
The thing I never expected though, was that when I get home in the morning and open the door, they’re both crowded onto the other side of it.
At some point during the night, they both move to sit in front of a closed door and wait with expectation for their master to come home.
They sit…and they wait.
They know I’m coming sometime and they wait with anticipation.
They are “actively” waiting.
They know I’m going to arrive, that the food dishes will be filled, the cat box cleaned, and a lap provided for comfort and reassurance.
They just know it and they wait.
Those cats have more faith than I do.
I’m not speaking eschatologically…I know Jesus is coming back, but I neither know when or have any great anticipation for that day.
It’s pretty evident I’ll be going to Him before He comes for all of us.
What I am speaking of are all those situations in my life that I’m waiting for Him to enter into.
The prayer requests have been sealed in tears and sent… and now we wait.
I’m not actively waiting anymore.
I try to find things to distract me from the wait.
I am not walking in faith and anticipation waiting for the Master, but in complaint and doubt.
Sometimes, I say my prayers with my back to God…
There is joy for me when I come home and find my fur friends waiting in trust for me.
Perhaps it would please God if He found me doing likewise.
Make your own application…