Isabelle, my older cat, climbed under the covers early, early this morning. She snuggled up against me and began to purr. In many ways, Issie is a lot like me. She sometimes gets nervous when Ebenezer gets close to her. At times, she runs when I attempt to pick her up. Recently, I have noticed that Issie is beginning to get more comfortable with Ebenezer, who is over the top exuberant.
When I purchased my condo and moved down here to begin Seminary, I thought I'd host a Bible Study or small group. Open my home to two homeless cats? That wasn't part of the plan. Issie, as some of you know, belonged to a former room mate and Ebenezer came from a homeless man standing outside of Starbuck's. I would not - in a million years - have predicted that I would become a kitty mama.
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