Cat Piss and God

I can at times be up tight. This is not a self revelation of recent times, I have always known this.

While at work the other day, my wife sent me an email along the following lines,"The cat has pissed in your wardrobe, he seems to have been there to do his business a number of times, all your clothes are wet and stink!". I then received the following message a few hours later, "I have just found him pissing in the kitchen rubbish bag, I can't believe he's doing this". (Just in case Mrs Slur reads this - I know you didn't actually write that, but the "flavour" of the email was that - arse appropriately covered).

Oddly it didn't disturb me, in fact I think I took it much better than Mrs Slur. In the past I would have said some choice expletives and demanded justice...but I took it in my stride as a wave of serenity spread over me. Mind you I wasn't the one who subsequently had to do 3 loads of washing.

I believe this calm may have arisen, to some extent, due to my up coming confirmation. Archbishop DR Peter Hollingsworth (ex governer general) presided over the confirmation today, of not only myself but also my wife (Mrs Slur), my brother and my mum. It was a very "Godly" occasion, and to be honest I quite enjoyed it. It also co-incided with the baptism of my nephew Sam to which I am a God parent. Now don't get me wrong I am no bible basher, and apart from the last few months, I have rarely stepped inside a church. However this whole "christian" experience has been quite pleasant and has provided me with another perspective of life.

Now I am not saying I now have the patience and overall good naturness of Mother Theresa, but I do hold myself more in check.

Mind you I think I just saw the cat peeing on the lounge rug........it may now be time for the cat to meet his maker......