Tonight the three furballs that share my house were doing their best to drive me to distraction. The one who likes to nibble, more gently now then when she first arrived, on skin if we don’t quickly understand her desires. The youngest, becoming a brat, jumping on the counter to score the salmon juice left unattended. The middle one, staring out the window, and then bolting off with a game of “catch me if you can” with the youngest in full pursuit…. things go flying at these times. It reminded me of earlier today, with middle furball was somewhat demanding, disliking it when I left. “today as I leave” speaks into the disquiet of one determined cat.
Today as I Leave
Blocked
I stand at the door
a brown, furry body meows.
A HARD demanding cry that
rings through the front hallway.
“I want out!” his body demands
eyes peering out, voice piercing the quiet,
tension rippling through his body
as he prepares to zip through my legs.
Nine months old
determination seen in
those steady eyes, watching
for one small moments lack of attention.
and then POUNCE
he’ll be off, threatening
to spill over the body
through whose legs he speeds through
the goal, the underneath of the truck!
or if really lucky and fast, the
neighbour’s group of trees!
But today as I leave
I swing a door behind me
as a bag blocks all view of that
space between my legs.
Foiled, as I return to work,
after a brief stop at home to
feed said fuzzy beast and his
two companions, I see
two eyes, watching from the window.
Next seems the promise
next time that hole I’ll seize.
I suppose if I would try hard enough I could find a parallel between my Benji cat and his desperation to be outside. A place where we’d rather he not go as he’s very frightened of everything and tends to bolt without looking. We’re on a busy road so traffic and a bolting cat aren’t the best combination.
I suppose it’s kinda like me and my relationship with God. I know in my heart he minds me and watches o’er my actions, because like a cat bolting into trouble happens! He watches that I don’t, and places guards around me to help me to not be “a cat” with a curiousity to get myself into trouble. Cause indeed my curiousity can lead me places it shouldn’t, and then I can get frightened, and well… you know… bolting happens! But unlike my boy Benji…. I know exactly where to run back to! 🙂
I guess perhaps the question I should ask…. is do YOU know where to bolt to when you are frightened?
I can sense the analogy between B going outside and your relationship with God.
And I loved the poem!
thank you
Isn’t it amazing the things that we learn from animals (and children)?
For sure it is!
Such a good reminder to go bolting back to Him when I’m frightened or have got myself into trouble. I needed that reminder this week. Thanks . Visiting from FMF #19 this week.
we often need that reminder don’t we.
Love this.
Glad I stopped by.
(Saved it to my favorites)
thank you Sandra