A diary of a home cat 🐈‍⬛

Hi, my name is Coco. I live on St. Cats Crescent. I am grateful that God has send me to this place, because I wasn’t born here. I was bought at a price! My owner gives me shelter, which I call my resting place. He feeds me every day and provides for all my needs. (I need to work on my patience though.) I am trying to be hospitable and sent party invitations to my neighbours cats saying: „Welcome everyone! Free food! Free public toilets! Cozy lounges! Lots of fun! “ All I have is a gift that I did not earn, so I am learning to share my place and possessions. On my daily walk I try to have peace with everyone although the racoon steals my food at night occasionally. But that’s a good opportunity to learn forgiveness. In my owners loving, graceful arms I feel secure and can take refuge in them. There are many rooms in his house and much treasure to find delight in. My goal is not to scratch but to be kind. (Although it is very tempting at times.) I pray daily for self-control and thank him for all I have. Joy and love are found in a good home (like mine) in which I belonged, belong, and will belong with my family. That, I believe, is the true meaning of home.