Stepping on Toes and Crushing Feelings

Frank by the back door

                Oh, the guilt!  I just shut Frank’s tail (or maybe it was his leg) in the back door.  I did look for cats before closing it, but he must have rushed in just after.  It’s not even a rare occurrence.  At least once a week a cat gets shut into a dresser drawer, locked in a closet, punted across the living room, stepped on in the dark—never is this intentional.  It’s just that cats tend to lurk out of my line of vision and their curiosity takes them where they are not supposed to be.

                I still feel guilty…and it’s not just cats I hurt.  My words and thoughts and actions have hurt many feelings over the years—not because I ever intended harm, but because I just didn’t attend my effect on the people around me.  Of course there are times when I couldn’t know, but there are many times when I should have.  So to any I’ve injured, I am sorry…sorry for my thoughtlessness, sorry for not seeing you there.  My heart does not want you hurt so I’ll try harder in the future to mind my words and where I step.