Cat Related Anecdote

Carrying a clipboard - the best way to ensure 30 feet of personal space at all times.

Carrying a clipboard - the best way to ensure 30 feet of personal space at all times.

Today I’m going to share a cat related anecdote – a catedote if you will.  However, I do realise that a woman talking about her cat evokes the same reaction as an acquaintance saying “oh, I’ve got a few photos of our holiday I know you’d love to see” whilst taking out a massive pile of pictures of them being red on various beaches, or the accidental eye contact with someone carrying a clipboard – an eye rolling wave of apathetic dread.  But trust me, I may get somewhere worthwhile in the end (not a guarantee).

 

Last weekend our lovely big fat tuxedo cat, Dude, got sick.  Very sick.  The poor little guy had a very expensive problem and was away in hospital for several days having unpleasant things done to him including what they call a “bladder evacuation” which is a lovely euphemism.  I assumed it meant some sort of surgical procedure done under anesthetic to remove any debris but it turns out it just means “squeeze his little furry tummy until he has a trouser accident”.  Poor guy.  Anyhoo – what I really want to get at is that we really missed him.  I never would have imagined how much!  The entire house felt different and although, being a cat, he’s usually pursuing his main hobby of sleeping somewhere out of the way and he’s not exactly a constant companion, there was definitely a feeling of something missing about the house.  We have two other cats so it’s not as if there is no one else to look as us disdainfully, or walk the other way when we say “puss puss” and make kissy noises.  It reminded me of the time I made bread without adding salt.  It was ok.  It looked and smelled like bread, it rose just fine, but the bread bin remained suspiciously full (and bear in mind I had two teenagers in the house at the time) and school lunch sandwiches returned gutted of innards.   He’s back now and the house has regained it’s missing ingredient.   He seems pleased to be back in a fairly offhand, detached way.

But it made me think about how often, when feeling lazy or unsociable, I don’t go to church or events because “no one will care if I’m not there”.  I’m not the life and soul of the party.  I’m not special or integral to any event or service I attend and I’m pretty sure most people feel the same way about themselves.  But when any person joins or leaves any group the dynamic changes in some indefinable way.   Like the rainbow, the orange is hard to pick out but if it was missing, well that’s not a rainbow is it?

So what I’m saying is, you may not think Sunday worship at All Saints needs you to be a part of it.  I disagree.   You may think no one will notice if you’re not there at coffee time, or that your company at special services or fellowship events won’t make any difference, that simply cannot be true.  We will both continue to exist as separate entities, but the luminosity here will be brightened by the addition of the light that is you.

I wonder if this guy thought no one would notice if he didn't bring his trumpet?

I wonder if this guy thought no one would notice if he didn't bring his trumpet?