This cold, damp morning, Rex howls and chirps at me. He doesn’t think he has enough food. He didn’t like the leftover milk from my cereal I graciously offered him. Too cinnamon-y. He simply can’t whine enough, about everything. He has several different meows, most of which have a plaintive quality. Jonathon would call it whining.
Me: “Morning, Rex.”
You can have a long conversation with him, especially if you keep your end of the dialogue short. He will answer back, like a call-and-response song.
Truth be told, I believe Rex is a frustrated blues singer. If he’s not sleeping, he’s usually pouting. He does like to curl up in a warm lap. But pretty much all of his communication is negative. He complains constantly.
Sometimes, when the kids are unhappy about this or that, and the rain has been too relentless, Rex gets on my last nerve. I simply can’t take one more naysayer in the house. I can encourage the kids by pointing out God’s blessings, but I can’t cheer up the cat. He is truly a feline version of Eeyore.
I remember to be grateful. I take a deep breath, during this month where people take 30 days to be grateful, and thank God for coffee with creamer. I have been awake since 4:00, so caffeine is great! I am grateful for the friends far and near who have chosen to share their lives with me. I thank God for my kids, who keep me laughing and continually growing as a mom. I praise God for my husband. We are dreaming new dreams together. It’s exciting.
Of course, none of these things or people are “mine”; they are on loan to me for a time. I need to notice what I’m thinking about (Phil 4:8). I pray I can continue to press through my “Rex” attitudes, even when the milk is not quite to my liking and the rain pours down.