Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Cat in My Flat
Most people know that I love dogs, especially puppies. But I don’t pet the dogs in Nigeria because they roam the streets eating trash; I don’t want to get any bad germs from them. The guesthouse compound used to have a German Shepherd named Jack and I only greeted him by name.
It seems that the dog’s been replaced with a cat. I’ve only seen it (him or her—I didn’t check) in the compound and mostly on the stairs that are swept daily and mopped weekly. The other day I opened my front door and the cat darted in. After a number of “here, kitty kitty kitties,” I scooped him up and tossed him out the door. But this morning I took pity and let him in—for just a few minutes. After all, he’s one of God’s creatures and needs a little love.