Yesterday morning I went out to get some milk for my bowl of cereal and I was greeted warmly by a young tabby. It was nice to be with a friend at that hour. Someone quietly eager to be doted on. By the time I returned from my errand though, she had meandered on to somewhere else. This morning, as I was eating breakfast in the main hall of the church, the same cat came wandering in! What a friendly suprise! I fixed her a small plate of milk from the play dishes in the nursery and we shared our breakfast together. One of the church ladies tellls me her name is Grace. On Sunday mornings, she can be found making rounds between worshipers, wanting just a small brush of attention from each. Personally, I’m quite alright with that. She has enough love for all of us. May Grace find you this morning and bring you sweet comfort.