Kitty, I am not your God. But I thought I was.
I didn’t like thinking that. It felt like a thought handed to me like a hot potato. The other person didn’t like that thought and wanted to unload it onto someone else as fast they could. I am now unloading you onto someone else.
And breaking my heart in the process. I cannot explain to you why you are on your way to yet another foster home.
When it happens, you will be frightened and upset. But I am not your god.
Will the real God please stand up? And convey the message to this kitty? And while you’re at it, to me? Since I too am frightened and upset.