On Friday I got a (close to) hysterical phonecall from my mom. She wanted me to have the cats put down. The cats have been around for 10 years and neither my mom nor my dad could take them with to their flats.
Help came from a totally unexpected source - a Muslim friend took Anastasia and an atheist friend took Rusti (my sister insisted on this spelling).
I saw the hand of God in this. Small mercies. The Bible says His mercies are new every morning - I think this is somehow easier to believe before the day's rush starts, when everything is cool and crisp... and then on a dusty Friday afternoon God shows up and save two family cats.
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