Hi there!
My dad has an outside cat named Bootsy. She loves being outside, chasing chipmunks, and catching the occasional bird. I don’t love the last part, but she’s a cat. It is what it is.
My parents live next door. On cold and rainy days, Bootsy makes her way over to my door. She’ll also come running when she hears thunder or fireworks. She knows she will always find warmth and a dry, cozy bed to comfort her until she’s ready to brave the world again.
Sometimes her escape means hiding under my bed. She knows once she’s through my door, she’ll find a safe place to rest.
I’m not always as smart as Bootsy. I’ll push myself through a lot of cold and rain before I’ll admit the need to seek some comfort. The thunder in my skies will rattle on for far too long before I hide under the bed.
“A live dog is better off than a dead lion.”
- Ecclesiastes 9:4b
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