FUR DEEP?

Strange Reflections.

By the strange quirk of fate I am now living with three cats. First of all, there is George, who technically belongs to Baby Brother, and then there are Gracie and Claudio, who belong to Baby Brother’s friend (incidentally also currently occupying my humble abode). To an extremely unbiased cat lover like yours truly, the entire feline trio is beautiful – each in their own right: all of them are graceful, fluffy, and cuddly; each one of them possesses an adorable bag of tricks. And one of them was born with congenital eye problem and a crooked tale - that cat is Claudio.

Of the three of them, Claudio is the friendliest one; moreover, he is the only one in the bunch who climbs on your lap, lets you pick him up, and allows to pet him any time your mood strikes. But his “pirate” eye scared some of my visitors so much that they refused to touch him at all – ironically, when he was the only cat around actually willing to be petted; even begging for it.

After observing this tableau, my Jewish brain, always eager to analyze, went into overdrive of thinking – how many times had each and every one of us made the same mistake? We all judge each other by the exteriors presented to the world – so how many times have we overlooked the best qualities in the person because of the imperfect outer shell?