Since I posted about the rosary two days ago, here’s a rosary funny.
It was February 2006 when I got hungry for prayer again, and every day I was asking (at first) for the grace to pray it again the next day. Kind of a recursive prayer request, but it helped. God looks out for fools, drunks, the United States of America, and me (because I guess I amuse Him.)
At any rate, I found the most convenient time to pray was right after I set my then-three-year-old up with the television. He was allowed two TV programs per day, and after I got him set up, I’d head upstairs, get my rosary, and sit by the window to pray.
Since prayer is good, it’s not a bad assumption that the enemy wouldn’t like it. Within a couple of days, I began to be harassed to stop praying.
In the form of my cat.
Who would immediately run from wherever she was in the house, get on my lap, and start head-butting me.
Shortly, the second cat began to do the same. In fact, they’d compete to see who could get to me first in order to disrupt my quiet time of prayer.
I said to my Patient Husband, “Cats are enemies of prayer.” He didn’t believe me.
Of course, eventually I figured out the secret. Cats are smart in a self-centered way. They’d figured out that when certain things happened, I would sit for fifteen to twenty minutes not doing anything with my hands. They had an idea of something I could do with my empty lap and my nearly-still hands.
Their cue? Once just for the sake of science, with no intention of praying, I turned on the TV, went upstairs to my bedroom, and picked up the rosary.
Two cats appeared.
Our new cat? She’s already figured it out for herself too.
I’m all for a good supernatural thriller, but I’m pretty sure Satan, or the Basement Cat, had nothing to do with this one.
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