“ANDR...”
“Right here Little One”. Andrew held the shaking kitty in his arms. She was rarely this upset, but he understood why this time. He sat down on the rock long ago dubbed “Counsel Rock” by Grampa Max.
“What’s going on? Why is Sophie doing that?”
“As I suspected some time ago, little Sophie is indeed a prayer warrior. She senses evil about and is keeping your Mama safe.”
“But there’s nothing there?”
“Oh yes there is, and Sophie knows it. Even as we watch, angels have bound up the threat and are sending it away. Sophie is a good watch guard. Not much gets past her.”
They watched the little black dog standing with her front paws across the sleeping woman. Her hackles were raised, and she was growling a warning at something only she could see. She gave a few small quiet woofs to add to the growls. The room was soon washed in a soft light, not enough to wake anyone, but enough to satisfy Sophie, who once again snuggled up against her mama.
“The danger has passed, for now.”
“But why was it there in the first place?”
“Your mama is a prayer warrior in her own right. And each person who is, is taunted by the forces of evil. The stronger one’s convictions, the more the torment.”
The little cat relaxed in the angel’s arms. Do the others know of all this?”
“Some do, and others do but don’t know what is happening.” The little kitty with the folded ears grew sleepy as the angel stroked her silky fur.. And then that’s all there was. Just a little cat, sleeping in the Sonlight ...
©Rose Scott
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