Yesterday our little cat Angel disappeared. We found the living room slider open. Somehow she must have maneuvered the screen door and taken off to see the world. I grabbed a big bag of dry cat food (her favorite) and shook it hard, calling "Angel!" I looked under the deck where she likes to watch the lizards from the slider, but no Angel. A quick trip to the meditation garden where she likes to watch the birds--still no Angel. I shook the bag even harder hurrying to the driveway to look underneath the cars, but no Angel.
I began to wonder if I had seen her for the last time. My heart sunk as I headed back toward the cottage. The farm is such a big place and she is an indoor cat. Would she survive? Then it occurred to me to call out to the Angels for help finding her. With shaking bag, I continued to search, feeling a strange welling up in my chest. Was she really gone? I walked on back toward the cottage. It was out of my hands. Then above the sound of the rattling bag, a soft meow. I looked to my right at a beautiful sight. Across the yard, there she was crouched down in a big patch of grassy green clover looking bewildered.
"Thank you, Angels!" I picked her up, snuggling her in my arms, carrying her into the house. I thought about not giving her a nugget treat, but like the prodigal son, she ate her reward and then took a nap. We were so thankful to have our lost Angel back home again.
Wishing you a joyful day with your Angels,
Karen
