My Cat Thinks She is President

My Cat Thinks She is President

“Janey,” Gary whispered as mom and dad got ready to go out for their party. “Our cat
thinks she is president.”

Both children giggled and promised mommy and daddy they would be good all evening.
“How do you know?” she whispered as Daddy got their coats out of the closet.
“She told me.” He whispered back. “She can talk.”

Janey had quite a time not thinking about Fluffy their cat being able to talk but finally
Gary and Janey’s parents were gone. “What do you mean she can talk? She never talked
to me.” Janey said.

“Well, you have to ask her the right questions.” Gary said smugly. “I just asked her
what she wanted to be and she told me that she wanted to be…..”

“President, that’s right.” Fluffy said walking slowly into the room. “No need to whisper,
everybody knows I am going to be president. No, no, you had it all wrong Gary.” The
little yellow cat with long soft fur said beginning to purr. “I don’t think I am president,
NOW. But I will be, its my destiny.” She said with a bit of an accent. A feline accent no
doubt.

“But Fluffy,” Janey said having trouble believing she was conversing with the house cat.
“Why do you think you should be president? You are just a cat?”

“I know God made me for great things Janey.” Fluffy said licking her toes. “He made
you for great things too, maybe not as great as me but great things.”

“Fluffy?” Gary said puzzled. “Do the other animals want to be president also?” he
wanted to know.

“Well no,” Fluffy answered, “that would be just silly now wouldn’t it?"

“Not as silly as 12 pound cat who needs help getting down from trees wanting to be
president.” Janey thought but she didn’t say it because she didn’t want to upset Fluffy.

“No, it’s different for different ones.” Fluffy continued. “Ralphie the dog thinks he is
Alexander the Great. But I think he might be mistaken because I think Alexander the
Great didn’t walk on all fours” Fluffy speculated.

“The gerbil thinks he is Abraham Lincoln. I am working with him on that one. And then
there’s your two gold fish, Frank and Ernest? Well they think they are world war two
flying aces. I wish you would talk to them about that Janey. They like you.” She
continued seeing the amazement on the faces of the humans. “The duckling we got for
Easter thinks he is Albert Einstein and you know that big fat squirrel that keep seating all
the bird seed your parents put out?” Fluffy asked.

“Yes, who does he think he is?” Gary wondered.

“He thinks he is The Pope.” Fluffy informed Gary. “But he isn’t because I saw a picture
of the pope on TV yesterday and the pope is definitely not a squirrel.” She concluded.
“Wow,” said Janey. “I had no idea animals thought so highly of themselves.” And she
whistled.

“Well Janey,” Fluffy continued rolling on her back until she fell off the couch. “It’s
possible some of us might be mistaken. But you know, you can feel inside that God has
created you for something special can’t you?”

“I know what you mean.” said Gary. “Pastor Mathers talked about knowing God’s will
for your life last Sunday and ever since then I have felt God has a calling for me but I
don’t know what it is.”

“Me too Gary.” Janey said petting Fluffy which she liked a lot. “At the youth retreat, I
almost felt like God was leading me to go on the missions trip but I don’t know for sure.”

“Well, I am only a house cat.” Fluffy said realistically “but us animals know that God has
made each of us for a special purpose. Janey and Gary, you keep praying and you will
find out what he has put you on earth to do. You know what Janey, when you pet me, I
really get the sense you are going to do some big things for God.” Fluffy said and that
made Janey smile.

“What about me Fluffy?’ Gary said feeling slightly left out. “I think God might have big
things for me too.”

“I know he does Gary.” Fluffy said jumping down and turning her tail to walk out in a
huff as cats like to do. “But first maybe you should learn to clean up your room.”