The Cat Diary

Good morning,
I pray that the day is finding you well.
Someone sent this to me a while ago, I can’t remember who, whoever it was, thank you.

The Cat's Diary:
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Jerks!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now.

After reading this I was left with the thought, "Am I the cat or the dog?" Do I celebrate my life and live in the moment, practicing “The Presence of God” as Brother Lawrence would call it. Brother Lawrence once said, “I engaged in a religious life only for the love of God, and I have endeavored to act only for Him; whatever becomes of me, whether I be lost or saved, I will always continue to act purely for the love of God. I shall have this good at least, that till death I shall have done all that is in me to love Him. ”
Or is my life subject to a feeling of complete bondage.
As Martin Luther stated in “The Bondage of the Will.”
“Therefore, it cannot do what God or His grace wills. And why? because we have now separated the grace of God from it; and what the grace of God does not, is not good. And hence it follows, that free will, without the grace of God is, absolutely, not free; but, immutably, the servant and bond slave of evil; because, it cannot turn itself unto good. ”
Brother Lawrence goes on to say:
“All things are possible to him who believes, they are less difficult to him who hopes, they are easier to him who loves, and still more easy to him who practices and perseveres in these three virtues. ”
The cat is in need of God’s Grace; the dog has faith, hope and love.
When I first read this I thought, silly dog. As I dwelled on this I began to see the genius of the dog.
One last question, “Are you the cat or the dog?”

Something to think about.

Blessings,