This past weekend, I was honored to have been asked to conduct two wedding ceremonies down in the Atlanta area.  In the first one, I wore a black suit.  In the second one, I wore my black ministerial robe.  In both ceremonies, however, I also wore a little something extra:  cat hair!  Those of you who attend our church regularly already know of my ongoing frustration with my wife's cat, Rudy.  Technically, she is a long-haired white Turkish Angora.  From my perspective, she's a self-centered, egotistical tyrant - a rival, who steals my wife's affection and inflicts humiliation on me at every conceivable opportunity.  Apparently, her number one purpose in life (or so it appears to me) is to persecute me with a neverending deposit of cat hairs.  She evidently does a good job of it, especially when I am dressed in black as I was this past weekend.  Right up to the time of the ceremonies, I was preening myself of cat hairs.  All the while, in my mind, I could just see the beast laughing at me!  In light of that, I thought I would share a poem someone sent me recently.  If you are the victim of a bullying cat like me, maybe you can appreciate the following piece (author unknown). 

ODE TO A SHEDDING CAT

I think that I shall never see
A cat that sheds as much as thee,
Thy fur that sticks is all around
On chairs, on mats, in little mounds,
I sweep the floor, you shed some more
I wash the rug and you just shrug,
You should give thanks I tolerate that
Or you would be a crew-cut cat!
 


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