Our cat thinks I am a God. She petitions me untiringly. She depends on me for food, shelter, and safety. She watches me do things, which must seem miraculous. In many ways I must seem a God to her. I even have authority over life and death. Even though I fall far short of the compliment, to my pet I am god like.
Educated through Golden Gate University's MPA program and previously employed in Human Resources by the Federal Government and Higher Education, Waen is now retired from working 8 to 5 and is writing about Politics, Life and a little Religion.View all posts by Waen →