A Kitten Chronicle on a Sunday is a rare thing, but Monday I'm out of town and I have a sermon I want to deliver. It seems I've been rather rough on the fur-faces in this space lately and this has lead me to some soul searching. After all, why is Casa Big Cat my house? OK, other than it's called Casa Big Cat. What I'm getting at is we share the house, the boys and I. Just like every living creature shares the planet. The boys think house plants are toys - this is OK. The furniture makes a wonderful scratching post -
I can live with this, too. Even the occasional "accident" is entirely forgivable. The boys bring more than their fair share of joy into the house every day. So I am prepared to get along with their minor misdeeds. They're babies fer crying out loud- they need to try things and foul up every once in a while. Don't we all? So it is without judgement that the lads and I will live together this sunny Sunday. Who knows maybe I'll stand beside them and look out the window. Try and see what they see. A little feline perspective is good for the soul. xxx dad
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