"For that which befalleth the sons of men befalleth beasts."

Dear God,

I've been thinking a lot about death these days with my first 'New York winter' coming up. People make winter in this city sound like its going to be The End of Days (I wish!).

And with thoughts of death, obviously come thoughts about my legacy. Luckily, the good people at Kitty Limericks have just the thing.


They honor dead cats by writing limericks about them. For example, this gem here:

Pierre just loved to climb in trees.
He scampered through the branches with ease.
He got kidney stones,
Which hurt down to his bones.
Now he's at the Bridge, climbing the trees.

I want mine to be something like:

There once was a cat named 'Buster'
Who was known for his faith and his muster.
God made him a saint
Without a complaint
And now he will live in the glory of God forever with Jesus Christ, our loving Lord and Savior.

Anyway, another thing I found out about on the cat-blogosphere these days is that Miss Peach and Mickey just got married!


There's a lot to be said about the importance of traditional marriage in this country, but I think I'll save my breath for another prayer. That said, may you bless Miss Peach and Mickey in their holy union.

Amen