My 3 youngest and I went on a walk the other day to check on "our" baby geese living in our neighborhood lake. We had previously kept an eye on their nest and were there the day 6 little fluffy yellow geese were born so we had become a bit attached. We saw it as our duty to keep the neighborhood thugs at bay and protect these little guys until they could protect themselves.
Mr.Biggles (full name: Mr. Bigglesworth T. Cat) joined us on this walk, as he does most days. The neighbors dub him "the dog dressed up like a cat". We don't call him or put him on a leash; he just comes and goes as he pleases on our walks, always catching up at the end.
After checking on the geese and giving them their daily bread, we head home. Biggs stays a while longer. Neighbor who speaks very broken English comes flying out of her house with a broom screaming and hollering and shooing him away. "DIS CAT! DIS CAT! HE GONNA KILL ALL DE BEBES!"
I glance back, notice the hoopla, turn back around and say, "C'mon kids." "But what about Biggy?" they say watching the robed lady swat at him. "Ah, he'll be alright," I say. "WHO'S CAT IS DIS? I NO LIKE YOU CAT!! WHO'S CAT IS DIS??"
And so we walk away.
When the story gets told to Daddy with much drama and arm waving and worried exclamations, he looks at me with disgust and says, "You just denied our cat?"
"Why yes, yes I did."
"Well, how does that feel PETER?"
"I'm sorry, did you just compare me to Peter? That would mean you just compared Biggles to Jesus."
And so I am Peter. I denied my cat, not once, but thrice. I only hope I have not hindered the salvation of other kitties.
To be continued...