Miss Kitty didn’t come in last night.
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…
Miss Kitty was probably hiding in the bushes and saw you searching in your tighty whities and thought: “Wow, my owner must really love me.”
Our cats disappeared after the earthquake here in Napa. After two days they slunk back, skittish as could be. They still do not spend much time in the house. I think they are convinced we did this too them.
Make your own application…
God bless all us cat lovers.
Well, off to Scotland. See you all in a few weeks.
I see that the UK just raised its terror alert to “severe.”
Probably not the best time to be in the UK during the anniversary of 9/11 but God is in control.
Have a safe, wonderful, blessed time… it won’t be the same here without you.
That “I’m sorry” look was probably gas.
Glad Miss Kitty came home, wouldn’t want you to start the weekend without her.
Miss Kitty most likely found a play friend and got distracted.Cat do what they do.
That is a daily occurrence round these here parts. 8 cats have ‘happened’ to us.
5 live indoors at night and three have chosen to be ‘barn kittys’ living outside 24/7.
Every now and then the indoor cats rebel and refuse to come home on time at night.
Since we have coyotes and owls in the neighborhood who have been known to feast on cat; this is unacceptable for them to not keep to their routine.
Therefore I often am sent outside in my boxers, by my worried wife; making the same high pitched unmanly noises that seem to attract my cats attention. I keep reminding myself during these times of unmanly noise making;
The godly care for their animals,..
And I also have 7 birds to feed and care for along with two dogs and a red eared slider who has two gold fish sharing his pond.And one chicken in the back yard.
All of these wonderful creatures have been rescued except for Suzie chicken and Woogie cockatiel.
I relish in the love of all my animals. Did you know that Chickens are very affectionate and will crouch down and wiggle when they want to be picked up and loved on?
African greys will actually climb down off of their cage and walk across the floor to where you are while proclaiming, “Hi there, Hi” as they approach you.
Tommy T actually knows all of the cats by their own names and will address them as they pass by his location.
Although Suzie chicken is only “Chicken’ to him. He tells her, “Chicken, chicken, get up in your chair.”
A nightly routine at my house as I blog:
Miss Kitty is very pretty. I have four cats and they are all trained to come when I whistle. This goes way back to when we had a dog. My two kittens come running when I whistle and then they dash off, looking back to see if I am chasing them. I don’t run well much anymore, but my cats still love me.
What a lovely article my dear…. such love and love lessons to be learned. So glad your naughty girl came home, at last…..
Such a sweet story. Don’t ever feel guilty for loving your cat. I’m not a Bible scholar, but I think God put animals on this planet as a source of complete nonjudgmental companionship. Heaven knows that we can’t get that from people. Not even the people that are closest to us. I’m glad she came back. She probably just lost track of time chasing a lizard or something.