Last year our adopted cat Abbey was hit by a car. I found her after walking the kids to school. (I was so happy they didn't see her.) Anyway...fast forward two months. This cat appears in our backyard. Our fenced in back yard. She looks like Abbey. Exactly. The kids come running in the house - "Mom, Abbey is alive!" We have a talk about how cats can't come back alive. Well, apparently they had a Sunday School lesson about Jesus raising Lazarus (spelling? I'm too lazy to check) from the dead. Another talk about how cats don't come back alive.
She still roams the neighborhood. We left food on the front porch for her. The neighbor dog ate it. (Why do dogs like cat food better than their own?) We stopped leaving food. After all, it's okay to feed our reincarnated cat - just not the neighbor's dog. I'm deviating. Anyway, we see this cat all the time. My kids still remark "there's Abbey" when they see her. Maybe she really did come back. I'm just glad we didn't bury her in the backyard.
Friday, March 16, 2007
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