The Cat Who Thought He Was a Rug

Roly Poly was a good little boy. He was never rude, good with kids, very patient, never messy, bathed daily, respected others and listened to his mommy and daddy. If we asked him to do something or stop doing something, he did. He was a good little boy.

Roly Poly was a comic. That was one of his most endearing traits. I will say it again – the Lord our Roly Poly on this earth to make us laugh. And oh, how he made us laugh! Like a human comedian, he learned what would make us giggle, and he’d just go with it, milking it, improving upon it. Like his impersonation of a rug.

“That’s Okay, Roly! You Don’t Have to Move!” was a phrase we said most every day. Roly would find a spot on the floor, stretch himself out and relax. He would just lay there like a rug – but like a thick rug in a spot that you knew you would trip over if you even attempted to step over it. We would just say, “That’s Okay, Roly! You Don’t Have to Move!”, laugh and walk around the rug- I mean, Roly!

“That’s Okay, Roly! You Don’t Have to Move!”, I would say as I swept around him or vacuumed around him.

“That’s Okay, Roly! You Don’t Have to Move!”, said Vidal, as he actually moved him with the push broom. Roly let him!

Have you ever gone swimming with dolphins – or at least seen a “Foot Push”? You know, when two dolphins push you across the pool by putting their noses in your feet? We’ve had foot pushes. So has Roly – sort of. “That’s Okay, Roly! You Don’t Have to Move!”, said Vidal to Roly who was stretched out on the couch, as he took his two feet and gave Roly a foot push to the other end of the couch.

The thing is, Roly was not a lazy cat. That’s how I know he was having fun, looking for a laugh. Roly loved it when we laughed. And we loved him. Always!

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He will once again fill your mouth with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy. Job 8:21

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