Praying Cats

Things have gotten different at our house. For one thing, She doesn't go to church anymore. Neither does He. She used to go every single Sunday morning. She even used to give talks at the church. Now that it is hard for Her to get around, She hardly goes at all. She is happy that Her MusicGuy is in charge, because She likes the way he thinks, and She loves his family. For Her, though, there just isn't the spark that used to be there. He thinks maybe Her feelings were hurt. She honestly never wanted to stop progress. Anyone who knows Her knows that. She finds her spirit without saying prayers.Sometimes She just sits and thinks. Kasey and I do that, as well. She says we are praying when we sit on Her tummy and purr. What She does is to focus Her mind. Since our minds are basically about pets and kibble, She thinks maybe focusing our energy is not likely, so She says we're praying. Someday, we will find out what that means.
Meanwhile, Katy's people want to be sure Katy is OK. He goes and checks to be sure she has food and water. Katy comes over here to get it. Luckily, Katy doesn't know that there will be shrimp in our dinner tonight. What she doesn't know won't hurt her, right? Chow, Bellas.