Part Five

On the other side of the street, a beautiful little girl is gazing back at me! 
I'm certain this isn't a dream, so I wonder if she feels what I feel, and sees what I see..

"Pickles, Pickles, Pickles, I've missed you so much!
Let's be together again, and allow me to feel your loving touch!"

At last, a human loves me: Thank you, God!
She seems too to care deeply for me, despite my many flaws.
I'll be "Pickles" for her, although I don't think that's my name. I wonder if she's just teasing me though, with a sort of silly game..

In a moment, I'll cross this street and experience the treasure of her open arms. And then forever I'll live amongst the warmth of her blessed charms.

But many vehicles are passing as I consider this tremendous leap. Is true love worth the risk of lying forever asleep?

"PICKLES......STOP! NOOOO!!!"

End.

Part Four

"Pride is the fall of mankind, 
and Holy God needs not one of those whose love you so fervently seek.
Although humans are abundantly filled with His essence, they choose instead to follow me."


You're a large, flaming demon! Why can't any of these humans see you? 

Why do you appear to me and these other cats a few?

Leave us alone, and far out of our way pass through!


"Only those who are wholly innocent can see me, of which there are no men or women on the earth.

Due to this insolence, Holy God will cause a diabolical virus to exterminate them all.

Your kind, felines, will shortly thereafter inherit all these lands." 

Part Three

A human shot itself in the head right in front of me today.
But before doing so, it picked me up, looked right into my eyes and began to pray:

"Dear God, I've been a terrible father, husband, and son. You know that from all the evil remaining in my heart, I can no longer run."

Then it began to weep.

"I beg your forgiveness for all the bad things I've done. Yet I know you won't excuse what I'm about to do with this gun."

The blood of a human now covers my entire body and face.
How bad a person could it have been to have apparently fallen so completely from grace?

And why did it recite its final prayer to me: a lowly cat, practically feral?
Now reduced to eke out its remaining existence in complete isolation, regret, and eternal peril.

Part Two

Right now, nobody cares about me.
But mama said that if a human could ever sincerely love me (and include me as a member of its family), then God our Creator would allow me to be "set free."

Sure, there are some nice humans living on this street who leave out dry (but not so tasty) food and water for my cat friends and I,

But what I wouldn't give for just one kind person to pet me, talk with me for a short time, and maybe even tear up as it left for the day while waving "goodbye."

Meow meow meow meow
meow meow meow.
I don't care about tomorrow, I want to be loved right now.

Dear God, I'm sorry for the life I'm living: I can't help that I'm wild.
Will you please allow the weight of my animal nature to lessen, and help me to become more mild?

Because from now on I promise to start behaving like the kind of cat who is worthy of receiving a human's smile. 

Part One

I want to be let inside the house so badly.

To this home's nice family of humans, I would become the most well-behaved pet on the street, gladly!

So here on their porch I'll meow meow meow the night away.

Because my mama taught me--that is, before she was killed--that a cat's voice reminds humans of something that their babies might say.

Sometimes, one of the nice children looks out from inside the door at me and smiles. But for some reason (I suppose by instinct) I get scared, take a giant leap, and run away at a speed equal to about a 1-minute mile!

I want to stay and be petted, loved, talked to, and fed...for certain. But does a fairly wild animal like me have any chance of being accepted by a human family, and not be a burden?