New resident has moved in to our home. As from today goes by the name of Smudge.
We've had a cat in the home all our lives other than the past two years since Gizmo went to the Celestial Catnip Mountains two and a bit years ago. The advent of Smudge restores the domestic balance and provides an endless source of fun on tap, affection on demand, conversation with and about Herself, curiosity and laughter, ongoing expense, years ahead of inconvenience, and all worth it, totally worth it.
One of the worst mentors for living kenotically is the cat, imperiously indifferent, manipulatively affectionate, instinctively self-interested, morally impervious, purringly contented most times, and furry fury now and again. Such a good balance to help us avoid that anaemic kind of Christian disposition that Thomas Merton called "chronic niceness".
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