Here’s another picture of my cat.
He had a rough day. Car ride. Vet visit. The works. Hard times for a homebody.
For all of his fierce feline warrior hijinx around the house, he remains supremely uninterested, nay downright apprehensive about life beyond the window he bingewatches the world from like it’s Netflix.
So you can imagine the effect of today’s little field trip on his delicate sensibilities. A whole new repertoire of mournful cat sounds heretofore never heard was added to his catalog (get it? CAT-alog) of greatest hits today.
But he’s home now. And he seems to have recovered just fine. That’s the nice thing about a cat brain; it’s all about the short term memory.
It was hours ago, after all. That was then. This is now. It’s as if it’s been deleted from his memory. He’s moved on.
Oh that we could take our cues as such, whatever the day brings us. To let it all go. Relax. And move on.
I think there’s a lesson here somewhere.
Cast all your cares on God, for He cares for you
1 Peter 5:7
Isle of misfits 
You’re funny!…cat a log…I get it.
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I actually didn’t see it until you pointed it out, that’s how good you are! So I went back and edited it as if I had known all along…😻
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