Miss Kitty is my pretty little girl…feline fastidious and proper, always on my lap or on my bed being showered with attention and affection.
Chester is my big ol’ boy…a muscle cat with a head the size of a softball, loud and messy, always looking for something more to eat.
Missy has been the center of attention and the object of my affection for a long time and that has not changed since Chester arrived.
She sleeps with me at night while Chester finds a place in my chair or on the floor.
He doesn’t really want attention, he wants another can of Fancy Feast.
At least that’s what I thought.
That’s what I thought until the other day when he sat by my chair and wailed.
He’s always wailing and it means that he wants more food.
The problem this time was that I had just emptied a new can of food into his dish.
Still, he wailed.
He didn’t appear to be hurt so I ignored him and went back to providing biting social commentary on the internet.
He stopped wailing, but sat and stared at me…what do you want, cat?
That’s when Chester jumped into my lap for the first time.
The impact was similar to having a car park on your lap…
Chester wanted attention and affection, just like Miss Kitty.
In reality, my cats couldn’t be any more alike…
Food and shelter were not enough…he wanted fully accepted into the family… he wanted to be loved.
Somehow, in my mind, I had decided that because he was so big and so tough that he didn’t need what every other cat (and person) needs to be fully alive and whole.
I had convinced myself somewhere along the line that I didn’t need those things either.
My guess is that some tough folks here have done likewise.
I’ll bet there’s someone in your life that you think about like I thought about Chester.
They are probably too tough to wail.
Some of you think that if God is providing you with food and shelter that you shouldn’t hope for more.
You thinking is incorrect.
Go ahead and wail…He has a big lap.
Make your own application…