That’s what one of the handmade signs in the football stadium indicated last night when the New Orleans Saints won the Super Bowl. Are you wondering why you are reading a post about cats and I am writing about the Saints? What do the Saints have in common with cats?
In the team’s early and middle years, the down-and-out Saints were like stray cats: deprived, neglected, and eventually abandoned. Yet the Saints persevered for so many years (43 to be exact), and they never gave up. They played with heart and courage, and they had guts. Even without a hard-core fan base, the football players believed in the team’s eventual glory.
We Cat Ladies are true believers, too, seeing the potential in stray cats and putting ourselves on the line of scrimmage to help them. Our motto is “Whatever It Takes” (and sometimes that includes tackles and head bunts). Stray cats are the ultimate comeback kids, just like the now-victorious Saints players.
I look forward to writing “Hell Is Frozen” when all of the stray cats in my immediate neighborhood have been rescued. I saw another orphaned kitten this morning, and I had to give him a meal. I also came up with, I think, the perfect name for the kitty: Saint. And this Cat Lady will “go marching in” gladly to feed him again tonight.
Query of the Day: Did your cats watch the Super Bowl with you?