A deal's a deal

Megan thinks that pets have souls and perhaps that all dogs go to heaven (I assured her that my dog would be in the 7th circle of the inferno for all of her sins but likely the rest of dogdom)...

well, so my cat receives my best attention and I've regretted that I haven't invested my affections on a creature that has the hope of salvation. Salvation for all mankind.. regardless of the exclusion of my cat Alex from this promise, I know he knows the difference between right and wrong.

I guess the difference is that right and wrong for him is dictated by me, not God.

He's been missing since Thursday and not only does he receive my best attention, but finding him has been my most serious matter of prayer. So today I got up early to go circumvent the art building and premise I'm sure arrousing the suspiciouns of campus security and neighboring community members that I was probably a homeless crazy person trying to break in and steal industrial foam or something.

I repeat this exercise every morning because Alex is in a new environment and I worry about his kitty well-being. So since thursday I had not seen him at all, I was beginning to lose hope as I looked in all the usual places. As I was scouring the favorite hiding bush I all of a sudden made a hasty promise to God. If you bring back Alex, I won't sneak him into the dorm anymore. I won't ever again, I promise... Why did I do that! I think that must have been what He was holding out for because Alex popped out of a crack in the shed out back about two minutes later after days and hours of nothing. I'm so happy that he's ok that I don't even care. My joy outweighs my perplexity.