Chloe announced to me several days ago that I should take a bath and make myself pretty because we were going to a special event.
I didn’t really think she meant it. I don’t get out much, and we cats can be “subject to violent anxiety at any uprooting.” *
Well, today we motored in a car into Williamston and gathered on the lawn of the Episcopal Church of the Advent. Now that I am a published author I have obligations.
Chloe told me that she went to the Blessing of the Animals at Cathedral Church of St. John the Divine in New York City and they had giraffes, elephants, chickens, snakes and most of the animals that Moses had in his ark. I have never seen an elephant and was looking forward to seing one. I haven’t even seen a chicken. I am a wee bit disappointed that I could not see an elephant.
Anyway, there were some very poorly behaved critters at our blessing. I am dignified. I am a cat of integrity. I know how to act. I did not say a word, I did not bite anybody, I did not growl. My new friend Izzy bit Susan.
Here I am with the Reverend Jim Horton and Chloe. We attended what appeared to be a Fur Ball Festival on the Feast of St. Francis, patron saint of animals, birds and the environment. I rather liked his prayer; we could all learn from St. Francis.
I have now been blessed and I have to admit I feel like a new Fur Person. I wonder if I have to do this eight more times?
P.S. I just received a letter from one of my admirers telling me that it was Noah on the ark, not Moses. Forsooth, I could have sworn it was my namesake.
The Fur Person by May Sarton