This is not usually noteworthy, except that Missy has been struggling with anxiety and has rarely wanted attention for quite some time.
I’ve tried to change her environment and along with nightly doses of some CBD oil we were gifted (thanks Ashley!) she’s getting back to normal.
So normal, that she soon decided that the chair was hers and I needed different seating.
No problem…I was going to bed anyway.
About an hour later, I was awakened by the sound of her emptying her stomach somewhere on the floor.
No problem…I cleaned it up, fed her again, and went back to bed.
At 3:00 AM I was awakened by her standing on my head.
She was hungry.
I got up, opened a can, and went back to bed.
At 3:10 AM she informed me that she didn’t like that food and preferred something else.
No problem. I’ll take care of that right now.
At 4:30 AM Cinnabun knocked the door open and jumped on the bed to tell me it was raining.
I thanked her for sharing, shut the door, and went back to sleep.
After I got up this morning to take Trey to work, Missy came in the bathroom and scolded me because her water dish was almost empty.
“Almost empty” to a cat means that she had already taken a drink from the bowl, thus it was “almost empty”.
I promptly remedied my neglect of her needs.
Now the (only) interesting thing about all this is that at no point during all this was I even slightly irritated or out of sorts.
I was simply serving creatures I love and was thus, unoffendable.
If you came in my house, threw me out of my chair, threw up on my floor, woke me up to feed you, woke me up with trivial information, woke me up for anything other than my house was on fire… then scolded me for not doing enough… I would be irritated, angry, and deeply offended.
In reality, you don’t have to do much as a human to raise my ire and offense.
Sometimes, the very existence of someone can offend me.
I consider it an act of divine sanctification when I keep my offense to myself instead of making “colorful” comments or “traditional” hand gestures.
When I was young I had to avoid the temptation to sin by avoiding bars and clubs, now, I have to stay out of WalMart.
The root of this is a lack of love.
I do not love my neighbor as myself.
I love my neighbors cats as my own,but I have little use for the neighbor himself.
This is sin.
You, I’m sure, are far nicer than I am.
I… have to repent.
Maybe the Lord has blessed me with cats so I can practice how to treat people.
We’ll see the next time I’m in WalMart and a person driving a cart runs me over in the cat food aisle…
Make your own application…