Today I bring you good news of great joy for all the people.
Hark the herald calico sings.
In these days a certain Tabby’s Place Founder & Executive Director, who shall rename anonymous, but whose name may or may not rhyme with Ronathan, issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire calico world. And every tricolor cat went to her own suite to register.
And Angel went up from the town of Flemington in New Jersey to Ringoes, because she belonged to the house and the line of Ringoesicos. But, verily, while she was there, her person passed away. And her person’s kinsmen surrounded her with fleece blankets and placed her in a carrier, because there was no room for her in any of their homes.
And there were tabbies living out in solaria nearby, keeping watch over their catnip by night. And lo, the love shone all around. In Ringoes there was peace on the calico on whom much favor rested.
And, lo, Angel was no longer much afear’d.
As we hark to the quiet calico, we hear: love and peace reign triumphant. The weak and the unwanted and the outcast are accepted and made whole, embraced into a family of comfort and joy beyond this lifetime. Angel has a home at Tabby’s Place. We can find our homes and ourselves in the very heart of God – and so we become tributaries of the love that conquers the world. Love is here in the flesh, full of grace and truth.
Treasure all these things and ponder them in your heart – most of all the far better things of which all this is just one big love-echo.