Freddie was a Manx cat we once owned. He was trouble from his first leap out of the box that his mother nestled in with the rest of her litter. I named him Freddie after a childhood friend of mine who also had an attachment to trouble. If Freddie the cat wanted to go out in the middle of the night, he would walk across the piano keys to get our attention. Sometimes I wanted to kill Freddie, but it was just a thought coming from a love-hate relationship we had. Someone else killed Freddie and I still miss him after four decades.
God brings some strange animals into our lives along with some strange people. Life is made up of such things and we truly miss them when they’re gone. They leave a pawprint or footprint on our lives and serve a greater purpose.
Iron sharpens iron, and one man sharpens another.
Give God-sent creatures some thought because they are worth much more than their annoyance and we’ll miss them when they are gone.
Gary