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http://blogs.sun.com/katysblog/date/20071008 Monday October 08, 2007

The Cat Goes to Church

We took our cat Valentino to church last Sunday. It was St. Andrew's Episcopal Church's annual day for blessing the animals and honoring St. Francis of Assisi, patron saint of animals. Valentino lost his sister, littermate, and lifelong companion Garbo to cancer last summer, so we chose him of all of our pets to come to church this year.

St. Andrew's was full of dogs and cats and little creatures in portable terrariums and stuffed animals. There were more dogs than all of the other animals, so the music had to carry over a certain amount of territorial barking and squabbling in the pews. The clergy and children read poems and Bible passages about animals. Of course, we sang the hymn

      All things bright and beautiful,
      All creatures great and small,

      All things wise and wonderful:

      The Lord God made them all.

We brought Tino in his cat carrier so he had a place to hide but he was calm enough to come out for a blessing by Rev. Kate Atkinson. The service was of course followed by a Kibble and Cake Reception.

Tino and John:
Valentino and John at St. Andrew's, 2007 photo: copyright 2007 Katy Dickinson 		Tino and John and Paul:
Valentino and John and Paul at St. Andrew's, 2007 photo: copyright 2007 Katy Dickinson 		Tino and John and Kate:
Valentino and John and Kate at St. Andrew's, 2007 photo: copyright 2007 Katy Dickinson

Images Copyright 2007 by Katy Dickinson

Posted at 09:52PM Oct 08, 2007 by katysblog in Church  |  Comments[2]

Comments:

Ah. Leave the poor cat alone. It doesn't need to be 'saved' as her great great great grandparents did not eat any forbidden fruits.

Posted by 59.145.143.53 on October 08, 2007 at 10:28 PM PDT #

To the Anonymous Poster:
When I read passages like the following, I can't help but believe that God takes joy in animals just as they are: "The wings of the ostrich flap joyfully, but they cannot compare with the pinions and feathers of the stork. She lays her eggs on the ground and lets them warm in the sand, unmindful that a foot may crush them, that some wild animal may trample them. She treats her young harshly, as if they were not hers; she cares not that her labor was in vain, for God did not endow her with wisdom or give her a share of good sense. Yet when she spreads her feathers to run, she laughs at horse and rider." (from Job 39)

Posted by Katy Dickinson on October 09, 2007 at 10:57 AM PDT #

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