<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368680" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Doubting Thomas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For years I've fed this feral cat at 4 a.m., <br>a crouching mound of fur, Satanic black, with yellow eyes <br>that never blink. I call him 'Doubting Thomas.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I place his can of Fancy Feast five feet or so from him. <br>He doesn't stir till I go in the house<br>and douse the porch light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he leaps and cleans the can <br>and saunters off till 4 a.m. the following morning <br>when he's back again, eyes ablaze, crouching. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This pact I have with Doubting Thomas <br>helps me realize how God must feel <br>eons after the Big Bang. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some folks, you see, aren't certain God lit that match.<br>Some believe the Big Bang just happened. <br>Out of nothing they believe something came to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think the cat I feed at 4 a.m. agrees with them. <br>I'm sure he'd tell you Fancy Feast always was, <br>always will be and always will remain the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wonder what that cat will do the day I die <br>when he arrives at 4 a.m. and finds the can <br>from yesterday empty where he left it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's no mystery as to what he'll do. <br>He'll find another porch like mine where every morning<br>without a bang Fancy Feast just happens.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Donal+Mahoney">Donal Mahoney</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368680" data-title="Doubting Thomas de Donal Mahoney" data-description="For years I've fed this feral cat at 4 a.m., a crouching mound of fur, Satanic black, with yellow eyes that never blink. I call him 'Doubting Thomas.' I place his can of Fancy Feast five feet or so from him. He doesn't stir till I go in the ho..."></div> </div> </div>

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