Hi God, it’s me, Mary Anne. It has been a long time since I have daily turned to you in prayer. I wonder when it all changed? When I became so busy, or the noise of the world drowned out the small voice within me nudging me to talk to you on a daily basis. We used to enjoy an ongoing interaction, You and I. I shared with you valuable thoughts, confided in You my deepest fears and celebrated Your presence in my life daily. But somehow, I stopped talking to you, and even more important, I forgot to listen to you. Life overwhelmed me and I allowed it to carry me off.

I am back with a special, albeit selfish request of you Lord. Could you please stop sending me cats in need of my help? Yes, you granted me a gift to understand these poor creatures. But the Inn is full Lord, the Ark is Sinking, there is no more room here for those the world has forgotten.

Ironically, I have been helping someone with their book lately. There is a chapter included about Crazy Cat Lady and a quiz. I found myself taking the quiz, then sighing with relief that I didn’t pass it- but I came close.

This newest arrival Lord, the one I trapped last night- is Very Feral, emphasis on VERY. No hand has ever touched it in kindness (three shredded gloves lay testament to that). The way it thrashed around in the trap for so long that I finally had to put it into one of the outside cages, made me sad. I don’t even know what sex it is, but I suspect by looking at the face, that it is a girl.

I suspect she is ill. I think the only recourse I will have is to call the vet to do a farm call and tranqualize this poor girl before she can be helped, or put out of her misery. I will continue to work with her Lord, as much as I can. But in the meantime, could you please stop sending them here?