My Spiritual Beliefs

My Spiritual Beliefs

I am very spiritual. Ask anyone. I know that I often sound contentious

and even a bit intimidating, but those who truly know me

know that I am a soft-hearted, kindly, sweet

Cat.

(Okay. I wished for the instant demise of the guy next door and

I would love to see the Cat, who often inhabits my backyard,

meet the Animal Control man -- the one with the net and the pole.

And maybe I laugh when one of those stupid birds {who obviously think they

are members in good standing of the Angry Birds} hits the window behind which I am sitting and slides gracefully to the ground.)

I still am a really good Cat and I have a strong belief system.

By now, I am certain you have discerned that The Creator

sent Ceiling Cat to be our Guide and Helper.

He didn't exactly like the idea that Basement Cat came along, too.

I am afraid of Basement Cat. He is black, but it isn't that lovely black color

that many Cats wear.

It is a black that glows in the dark and makes his eyes, which are an

awful shade of red, seem even more evil.

He is the epitome of all that Cats dread and avoid at all costs.

The reason he is here at all is that there was a War at the Rainbow Bridge

and he was cast out into space and finally landed in a dank, dark

basement.

In this terrible basement, he entertains his minions and they try to

enlist others to do his evil bidding. (In fact, now I think of it, that awful

Cat in the backyard could be a minion. I'll have to tell Dede what I think.)

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