To me, they’re wonderful creatures, cats. That said, I find it often true, that one either admires cats, or finds little to admire. We often hear people debating, which is the most intelligent, cats or dogs. Where I have no scientific figures, if such a thing exists, I feel they’re probably about the same. The thing is that often one loves cats, and others wish they’d go away forever.
Is there such a thing as a normal cat? Good grief no! Of course, to me this is the delightful thing about cats. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing more endearing than a faithful dog, who loves you no matter what. These God’s precious gifts have been an important part of my life. Now, cats? What can I say. A dog will do anything to please its owner, where a cat, will do anything to please its self, and this individuality is the thing that makes them interesting. Have I liked every cat, I’ve ever seen? Absolutely not, but then, I’ll freely say that I haven’t liked every person I’ve ever met. I’ve loved persons as God’s creation, made in His own image, but have to say that I haven’t particularly liked spending time with some of them.
Perhaps it says something about me, that some of my cats have been, well, rather strange. I think that the strangest was Miss Muffet. Don’t get me wrong, she was a loving cat, but she kept me right on the end of trouble.
There’s no doubt in my mind that she knew those who were blind, and those who could see. It was a lesson she had to learn. Both my sister and I were blind, and we lived together. It took a whack with a paper, from a neighbor to teach her the difference.
Cats love to hide and watch their owners look for them. This is an especially good game for cats owned by blind people. Cat, can sit right in sight of the sighted world, but oblivious to the blind. Miss Muffet had a wonderful variation on this game. Our landlord, who lived right up the street was also blind. Miss M. would sit quietly on his porch, watching for him to come out to check his mail.
Through the door, she would fly, but hey, there’s no fun in hiding, unless the person knows you’re hiding! Just as she got through the door, she would tap him with the tip of her tail, and to quote him, “She’d run like a turk.” Poor thing seldom caught her, and the fun would come to an end with a phone call to me to “Come get that cat!”
I’d play the game for a bit, and pretend I wasn’t interested, and out she’d come. I’d take her on my lap, and what followed would be a wonderful hour of conversation. He would tell me about the days he spent at the school for the blind, and through it all would weave his wisdom and faith. What a wonderful legacy he gave me. He and Miss Muffet both are gone from this earth, but I often find myself wondering what I will leave to those who will follow.
Did that meddlesome little cat know the pleasure she brought on those days? Who knows, but it always amazed us how she knew just when the mail would be delivered.
You can read more about Miss Muffet and my other critters in “Friendships in the Dark” available from Amazon, and soon to be released in digital, hardcover and softcover by Goldtouch Press.
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