Last week a friend (who shall remain nameless but has the initials of rjw), mentioned that cats were some of the pests that God had cursed the land with in our post-lapsarian world, I almost kicked him right in the middle of Sunday School. Fortunately restraint held out and my pacifist tendencies kicked in before my shoe actually made contact with the seat of his pants (he was sitting in the folding chair in front of me–giving me easy kicking access).
The irony of the moment is that 10 years ago–even 5 years ago–I may have made a similar comment. I can distinctly remember rolling my eyes when I found out that my sister Suz had a acquired a cat (the infamous Sir Stinky Winesalot). Wondering why she would keep such a creature in her house. To me it was just plain inconsiderate to those of us who are feline-allergic (which includes the bulk of our family). That seemed crazier than the snake she kept during college.