Louisa’s Story
Hi! My name is Louisa. Let me tell you about being incarcerated. It is a big word, and it means I spent time in jail. That is what happens when you do not listen to your family.
First, a brief introduction about myself. After I grew up, I was a single mother to nine (yes nine) kittens. My kittens grew up and went to live their separate lives. I was lonely and homeless. A nice elderly lady took me home with her. I was very happy and comfortable.
Sometime later, she told me that she loved me, but could no longer care for me. I became very sad, “I found a new family to love you. They are friends of mine and they said that they would be very happy to let you move in with them and join their family. To my delight, they have cats. There are many windows, toys, and kitty beds to choose from. They feed me well and I get kitty cookies everyday (yum)! I get rides in my stroller and in the car. I also have a job as a therapy cat at a nursing home and apartments. It is a very important job. People are happy to see me. I let them hold or pet me. Sometimes I lay next to them, but I prefer to explore their room. Sounds pretty good …..right!
Well… this is where my story takes a very bad turn. I disobeyed my family and went for a walk by myself. I got lost, and the next thing I knew, I was in this place full of cages with bars. I asked someone where I was. They told me I was in cat jail, and they were the jailers. Oh no! Am I ever going to see my family again? They told me I was put up for adoption. What is adoption, I asked? They said that if my family did not come to take me home, another family could. This was very scary. No, no, no I cried. So, there I sat…and waited…and waited.
A little while later the jailer came and told me that my family had been called and told them where to find me. First, they had to post bail. I asked, “what is bail?” Your family must take you home, and the bail bond office is closed for two days.
I missed my family soooo much! I wanted to go home. Finally, after two and a half days they came to bring me home. I got a ride in the car (yay)!
My family told me that they told my boss at the nursing home that I went to jail. She said that she would forgive me. She would not tell the big boss or others in charge…this one time. I felt so relieved and thankful.
I have promised my family that I would listen better to them, and enjoy all the comforts I have at home, including the catio (a cat patio) where I am safe. Now I know why they sometimes call me Trouble!
MORAL OF THE STORY:
Always listen to your family. They know more than you think and are trying to keep you safe from harm.
Louisa
For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling.
Psalm 27:5