Sweet Bubbles

When I showed Rob this picture of himself and our neighbors’ cat Bubbles, he nodded and said, “Oh, yeah, I see. There’s Bubbles reading the newspaper.”

I thought his remark captured just perfectly the charm of the photo. Bubbles looks like a tiny person as she relaxes with Rob by the pond in her own antique chair.

She’s always trying so hard to keep up with us, which is quite touching because she’s so small and we’re so big. Every Saturday morning she waits on the steps for us to come outside, and then she follows us around the yard for hours.

Rob and I love to make up stories about her, but they don’t seem made up; they seem true. One day Rob said, “Bubbles is very religious. I wasn’t sure if you knew.”

“I do,” I said. “She goes to church with me on Sundays. Last Sunday we went at 10 and the Mass was in Spanish, so Bubbles translated for me. She was whispering. She wears a little black lace chapel veil, by the way. She’s traditional.”

I could easily picture Bubbles at Mass. All the details of my little story seemed in keeping with her character. She’s such a good and loyal cat. Of course she’d come to church with me.