My cats are wannabe escape artists
They dream of being outside cats,
but they’re not.
That does not stop them from trying though.
Every day when my wife and I get home,
they try to get out.
Sometimes, they double-team us,
figuring with our attention divided
they could finally succeed.
Sometimes they get out as far as the porch
as if utterly awestruck at their own accomplishment.
They have tried this enough times
that finally the day came
where one of them managed to escape detection,
slipping past us into the front yard.
My wife was the first to notice, but not until the following morning.
She walked around the house with a can of tuna,
then outside the house.
Finally the cat appeared, covered in cobwebs while trying to seek shelter
from the elements.
We’re not all that different from out feline friends.
We go against ourselves, telling ourselves we are this or that
when we’re not.
God entertains us for a time,
but eventually the truth hits the fan.
And we wander back a little wiser,
with our own tale of woe to tell.
Still, God is patient and kind and has a can of tuna ready.
We’re His after all.
He always is glad to see us return.