MY CAT & THE DEVIL

Any body who knows me, knows I'm a closet cat person. I have a cat and in my life time I have tolerated several cats.

I have this personal belief that a cat owner should never let his or her cat know that they love them. On rare occasions it might be alright to let them know you "like" them, but don't dwell on that thought for long.

Cats will take advantage of you if you're not careful.

I am constantly saying out loud, "I hate cats". Now I know better than to say it directly "to" my cat, but I make sure that she is within hearing distance when I spout my lack of affection for her. I'm sorry if that bothers you, but I'm just not willing to openly admit my fondness for felines.

My cat loves whatever I am drinking. I know that because the minute I leave the room, she tries to climb into the glass I'm drinking out of. She always spills it. It always runs over important papers and gets dangerously close to the computer.

This constant action of my cat reminds me of the devil himself.

As long as I'm paying attention to what I'm doing and keeping my focus on God, the devil is nowhere to be found. But just as soon as I drop my guard or turn around "BAM" he knocks something over that just spills out all over my life. It seems like I spend a lot of time cleaning up the messes that he causes.

It must have been Gods will that I have a cat. Cause that sneaky, know it all, fur ball is a constant reminder to pay attention to what I'm doing.