Procrastination will cause you problems. I know, I know, that is not exactly earth-shattering news. It really isn’t news to me, as I have heard that all my life. One of these days I am going to investigate it more thoroughly.
Those of you who have read my blog since its early days (February and March of this year) may recall an article I wrote about my demon-cat, Marshmallow, giving birth to a huge litter of kittens. The kittens grew up, we gave away six of them and kept one for ourselves. His name is Tony and thankfully he is much nicer and smarter than his mom.
Now the logical thing to do would of course be to have Marshmallow “fixed” so that her “maternal instincts” would be somewhat curbed. We had every intention of doing that. Then summer came. We were busy with a building dedication, Vacation Bible School, vacation after VBS, and getting ready for school to start (it starts in July down here, no kidding). I remember one evening in June, my wife and I were standing on our porch, looking at this beast who had a deceptively-peaceful look on her face (one ear forward, one ear backward, eyes slightly crossed–it usually means she is hatching some new nefarious plot to make my life miserable). My wife said, “We need to get Marshmallow fixed”. I said, “I know, let me go get my shotgun and I will take care of it”.
My wife stated that she was serious. So was I.
Anyway, time went by and we never got around to the vet.
If you guessed more kittens, you win the prize. (To claim your prize, send me your shipping address and your preference of male or female).
Five more little furry reprobates, but it gets worse.
We had been leaving the screen door on our front porch propped open so that Marshmallow and Tony could come and go as they pleased. This past Monday morning, we walked out on the porch and discovered that some “nice” person had snuck up during the night and left a four-week old kitten on the porch and shut the door.
My cat herd count is back up to eight again.
I’ve come to the conclusion that God uses cats to judge me. The first litter was punishment for me losing my temper with Marshmallow. This second litter is for procrastination. This makes me really glad that I am saved and going to heaven because now I’m pretty sure that hell will be filled with cats.
You know those awful creatures that the Apostle John talked about in Revelation that came out of the bottomless pit?
What he didn’t say is that they will have one ear cocked forward, the other one backward, and their eyes are slightly crossed.