I know I haven’t written much lately. I’ve been reintegrating into regular life and applying for jobs and, and, and. But I need to write. It’s a part of me. Every time I try to get away, I find myself missing it. It’s one of the tethers in this world, at least for me.
I found Ruby sitting on a couch in the rotunda the other morning. She was crying.
“What’s wrong, baby girl?” I asked. I sat down next to her and hugged her.
“I dreamt that Chloe died,” she sniffled.
“Oh, I’m sorry. But she’s fine.”
I pointed out the black Muppet cat, curled at her feet. Ruby nodded.
“I wanted to make a blanket out of her fur.”
“So I cut off her head.”
She started sobbing.
“Then I saw her ghost.”
OK. Now what, God? I breathed in and out, holding her. I decided to ignore the ghost comment.
“Ruby, do you really want to make a blanket out of Chloe’s fur?”
I looked down at the long, luxurious fur on the most mellow cat in Christendom. It is very soft and touchable, yet manages to get everywhere. It has always reminded me of
But she doesn’t need to know that.
“Well, I want to keep her around. I don’t want her to die.”
Folks, I believe this is how taxidermy on household pets got started.
“Chloe won’t live forever. And I’m sure you’d never cut off her head. Let’s enjoy her while we have her. God gave you the sweetest cat. There will never be another Chloe.”
Isn’t that what we all need to be doing, appreciating where we are, when we are, and who we’re with? Tomorrow is not promised.
Our days on earth are like grass; like wildflowers, we bloom and die. – Psalm 103:15
I hugged Ruby a little closer and smiled at Chloe. I swear Chloe smiled back.