Wednesday, September 03, 2014

CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE SOUL: A cat shows a pastor the door

By AMY NEWMARK, Chicken Soup for the Soul | 6/23/2014

This was getting uncomfortable. John Newlin and his wife had decided to leave their church, and the pastor had come over to persuade them not to. As John wrote in his story “The Cat Delivers the Goods,” published in our book about lessons learned from our cats, John and his wife had made the mistake of just choosing the church closest to their new home. The church hadn’t been a good fit for them and, eventually, they told the pastor as much.

Now he was sitting between John and his wife on their living room couch, explaining to them why they shouldn’t go. As the pastor made his case, John and his wife’s cat entered the room. “Fluffy was always on his best behavior when guests were around,” John wrote. “In fact, he was always on good behavior, never getting on the furniture or bothering anyone.” Today, Fluffy walked by, brushing against John’s wife’s leg as he always did. Then he continued along the edge of the sofa until he stopped at the pastor’s feet. “In one quick moment,” John wrote, “while we continued our discussion, Fluffy proceeded to relieve himself right on top of the pastor’s shoe.”

This was getting uncomfortable. John Newlin and his wife had decided to leave their church, and the pastor had come over to persuade them not to. As John wrote in his story “The Cat Delivers the Goods,” published in our book about lessons learned from our cats, John and his wife had made the mistake of just choosing the church closest to their new home. The church hadn’t been a good fit for them and, eventually, they told the pastor as much.

Now he was sitting between John and his wife on their living room couch, explaining to them why they shouldn’t go. As the pastor made his case, John and his wife’s cat entered the room. “Fluffy was always on his best behavior when guests were around,” John wrote. “In fact, he was always on good behavior, never getting on the furniture or bothering anyone.” Today, Fluffy walked by, brushing against John’s wife’s leg as he always did. Then he continued along the edge of the sofa until he stopped at the pastor’s feet. “In one quick moment,” John wrote, “while we continued our discussion, Fluffy proceeded to relieve himself right on top of the pastor’s shoe.”

The three of them gasped, and then John and his wife scrambled for paper towels to dry the pastor’s shoe. “The pastor tried only a few more words and then departed.”

“I still smile about that day,” John wrote, “when I learned graphically that God has a sense of humor.”

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