Pam, your guys remind me of mine!

After many years of membership in one church, I have decided to join another. The pastor of the new church, J.D., came over to visit Tuesday. He was here for a couple of hours. You must know that J.D. is small in stature, very gentle and soft-spoken, and above all else for the purposes of this story, an 80 year old man. It was very hard to keep a solemn face in our talks about faith because I kept noticing the cats taking turns peeking out of the bedroom to take fearful glances at him! No, I don't think I can count on them to protect me if they are afraid of a frail old man of the cloth! Ha ha!

My old guy Zebo, long at the rainbow bridge, suffered quite a few illnesses, especially in his final years, that required may trips to the vet. He was always fine sitting on the exam table when it was just him and me in the room. But as soon as that door opened and the white coat emerged, he would literally jump, trembling, into my arms! Bless his little heart, he always counted on me to protect him!