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In every way we try to show that we are good servants of God. We do not give up when there is much trouble, and things go wrong, and things are hard (2 Corinthians 6:4, Worldwide English [WE]).
Regular readers of Interruptions note that I like dogs, and my wife likes cats. Those same regular readers also know that in my marriage of almost 48 years, my wife and I have owned many cats and no dogs.
When I married Barbara, I knew the adage “Happy wife, happy life,” but I underestimated that all cats and no dogs would be a part of the deal.
As Paul said in 2 Corinthians 6:4, “I did not give up when there was much trouble” (OGV or Old Guy Version).
Recently, I’ve not been able to make snide remarks about cats because a month ago, Barb’s cat of 14 years passed (and as she opines), “. . . to be in heaven with all of my other cats, waiting to greet us when we get there.”
Even heaven, the place supposedly about the fulfillment of our wildest desires, will be all cats and no dogs for me. I understand Paul when he wrote, “I did not give up, even when things go wrong” (OGV).
My wife, after one week of deep grief for Anya (the previous cat), purchased a new Siberian cat named Lizzy. We were traveling for a few weeks, so yesterday, I had to drive my wife into Michigan (the state of That Team Up North or TTUN) to retrieve the new cat.
As Paul said, “I did not give up, even when things were hard” (OGV).
On the way back to Ohio from the land of desolation, Lizzy sat in her cat carrier on the console between the front two seats, looking at me. She didn’t cry or meow; she just stared at me. And I knew then, even though the head of the household (Ephesians 5:23), that I’d allowed another adversary into my house.
Things do work for good according to the eternal purposes of God because, with the demise of Anya and the purchase of Lizzy, I can now re-commence snide remarks about cats in Interruptions!
Upon arrival at our house, the cat was carried into the house, released from her carrier, and off she went to hide (and I was hoping), never to be seen again. And that plan worked until 3 o’clock this morning. . .
When a cold cat nose woke me up, then moved from my nose to my eyes and ears. Lizzy then began tussling my hair with her paws. I got back to sleep only to wake up, open my eyes, and see her staring at me. Back to sleep again, only to wake up again with her butt in my face!
I think the Apostle Paul should have added this sentence to 2 Corinthians 6:4, “I do not give up, even when my wife likes cats!” Now it’s morning, and there’s no sign of the cat — just an empty cat carrier as evidence (at least during the day) that Barbara has a new cat.
Until tomorrow morning at 3 o’clock!
Below is the only existing evidence during the day that my wife has a new cat.
