Sighting

My dad and my cat having a spirited conversation in the kitchen.

My sightings tend to be simple and short, and usually meaningful only to me. This is significant to me because the cat (Sylvester) seems to find ways to tick off my dad to frightening proportions, yet Dad still cares about the cat at the end of the day. Today, for instance, Syl started chewing on the fake Christmas tree in plain view, and was promptly chased downstairs by my grumbling dad. And now, three hours later, Dad is replying to Syl's ornary meows (that's just the way he "talks") with a laugh. This makes me smile, and I thank God that He works to make us feel better after an upsetting experience.

~Shelbi