What do we say in Church? Meow.

My name is Calee and I have a problem.  My daughter meows in church.

At first, it was cute.  She’d walk up to the icon of St. Ignatius of Antioch, stand on her tippie toes to give him a kiss and then point at the lions hanging off his martyr’s body and say “meow.”  She wasn’t loud and we were quite proud that she a) wanted to kiss an icon and b) recognized a lion was part of the feline family.

Then the was the baptism where she meowed through most of the service.  As far as I can tell, her very vocal cat sounds were because the small silver dish that held water for washing of the Chrismation oil looked like our cat’s dish.

This past Sunday, when everything got real quiet right before the end of the service, Audrey went back over to the icon of St. Ignatius and shared a very, very loud meow with all of us.

Cats are the only animals that have historically been allowed in Orthodox Churches so I guess it’s better that she bring the meow than her piggy noise (Whee, whee, whee, if you’re wondering.)

I love that she loves our cat, Spud.  She’s very gentle and he’s usually the first or second person (?) she asks after each morning.  Of course, she doesn’t call out “Spud!”  He will forever be known as “Meow.”

We were told this week by another parishioner, with all love I’m sure,  that he can no longer sit near Audrey.  Apparently, she’s too funny.

I know God has a sense of humor, but which do you think he prefers—cats or dogs?

Sigh.

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