The Cat
A slight beam of sunlight slipped into the darkened bedroom. Lying on the bed the cat slowly opened his eyes. Silently, he regarded the light with suspicion and annoyance. It had interruped his sleep and his dream of chasing butterflies throught the fields of flowers. He was just about to catch one when the dream disappeared with the coming of the light.
The cat was a Tabby. He was black and brown with a question mark tail. His name was Sam.
When awake he was a very active cat. He prowled the house looking for who knows what. And, he meowed loud and often when he wanted something to eat which was often.
He was a loveable creature and extremely devoted to his mistress, Shawn. He followed her everywhere and delighted in jumping into her lap and snuggling in the soft warm blankets which covered her legs as she watched television. It was his favorite part of the day. Sam would settle into those blankets and do what he did best….sleep. As his nap deepened a small sound would emanate from his slack body. He was snoring. It was a comforting sound as night descended on the home where he lived. As Shawn stroked his silky hair the snore was replaced with a gentle purr. On and on it went…creating the feeling that whatever the troubles of the day….all would be well.
Sometimes, this peace would be interrupted by the weather. There would be lightning and thunder. Then, Sam would rapidly rouse himself. He would look around and especially at his mistress. She would then comfort him with gentle strokes and a smile that indicated that there was nothing to worry about. Sam quieted down, listened to the rain outside, and once again stretched … and laid down…in the folds of those warm blankets.
As his Mistress gazed down on Sam…a thought came to her. How good of God to have created pets. Such a source of fun and entertainment …of compansionship…with an ability to create smiles and laughter and, most of all….love.
As Shawn pondered these thoughts….Sam slept on. Content to know the night was long and the light of the rising sun was hours away. Sam knew he had plenty of time to chase those butterflies…and…perhaps…catch one…and…make her his friend. In his dreams Sam knew that all things were possible….even … peace on Earth.
He was that kind of a Cat.
(written by Virgil Dominic)