Poor Olive. The food I'm putting in front of her is not enticing. She's cranky; she's not letting me love on her. I feel so sad for her, and I wish I could make it all go away for her. Unlike humans she can't say what she's feeling, but I wish that she could.
I spend time thinking about people and wondering how to make their lives better. I think about my first graders, my friends, my family. The sad thing is, I don't think as much about Olive as I probably should. She's shut up in a bedroom for a long time each day. Was anyone really created to be smushed in a room all day? I'm not, so I can't imagine that Olive is!
When I think about who God created me to be, should I wonder who Olive was created to be? Is she living life well? Things to ponder. But then again, it's just a cat.
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