Life Lessons From Pooka the Cat

I strongly dislike cats.

There, I said it. Here's a joke: You know what's better than the best cat in the world? The worst dog in the world. That's my stance on cats. 

But here in the lovely state of Florida, I have been severely animal deprived. Earlier this week, I was walking home from the gym, when I heard a soft meow coming from the road. Normally I cringe and run away when I hear that foul sound. But I saw the cute, little kitty in the road, and my iciness melted away. I just wanted to pet an animal, be it a dog, squirrel, or even a dang cat! 

So I called to it. "Here kitty kitty kittyyyyyyyyyyyy". I crouched down and held out my hand. The pretty Calio kitten stalked slowly over towards me. She arched her back as my hand ran down her soft fur. She purred and rubbed against my leg. I had a revelation: gosh, cats aren't so bad! I actually understand why people like cats! By joe, I want a cat! 

It occurred to me that this little kitten (I decided to call her Pooka, and if you understand that reference I love you forever and ever), might be in need of some water. So I looked at her and asked, "Pooka, do you want some water?" She meowed. Again, my mind was amazed; what intelligent creatures! How dare I be so prejudice against these fine felines? So I slowly stood up and said, "Well, if you want water you gotta come to my apartment with me." Sure enough, Pooka remained by my side as we walked back to my place.

I ran to get her a bowl of water, convinced I was the cat whisperer. Pooka waited right outside for me. She began to drink the water, and I stroked her, deeply touched by the affection of this sweet cat. She drank, and drank, and drank, and drank... until the water was gone. I was ready to snuggle down with my new friend on the front porch, when all of a sudden, she started walking away. 

"Pooka?" I called.

Pooka didn't look back.

And just like Rose calling for the boat to come back after the Titanic sunk, "Pooka? Come back! Come back, Pooka!"

Nothing. That stupid, self-centered, conniving.... that sorry-excuse of an animal USED ME! SHE PLAYED ME LIKE A FIDDLE, FOLKS! But... Pooka taught me a valuable lesson. Cats are a lot like people-- the mean kind of people. We have all experienced somebody who used us. They are your best friend until they get what they want and then BAM you're alone again. Pooka is probably going around Florida, meowing and purring her way to fresh water and cat food from the next sucker who crosses her path. 

That's what Satan does too. Cats, the Devil... very similar beings ;) He tempts us with the pleasures of sin. Even the Bible says sin is pleasurable for a season. He rubs against us with our own personal temptations. Then drops us as soon as we give in. 

So... learn from Pooka... guard yourselves. There's a rogue Calico cat, stalking her prey. Don't let her next victim be you!