Waiting

This morning when I got home from church, my cat, Rumble, was waiting for me at the door. It was the first time that he had done this and I'm still not sure how he knew I was home.

On my way up the stairs, I had said good morning to a neighbor and perhaps my voice drifted in through the open window in my office.

If he recognized my voice, he still took a chance in waiting at the door. Both he and his sister are terrified of strangers and he had no guarantee that I would be coming.

He took it on faith. It was worth the risk.

What a beautiful day, filled with blue skies and revelations.




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