Pika has an uncanny ability to know exactly when I will open the bedroom door in the morning. I have never opened it yet and not found here sitting there, waiting for me.
She also knows when I am coming home. I open the door and there she is. Curling around my feet, waiting to be told she is pretty and hoping for a scratch on the back.
She also knows when the garage--or any--door is open. She has an open-door-policy and it demands that she check out every open door and try to escape.
And, oddest of all, she shows up for family prayer. Phil usually goes to bed first--I am almost always working on a post for this blog. He comes to me and says, "It's your turn," or "It's time for prayer," or simply, "I'm going to bed." Then I look at the calender to see whose turn it really is and somehow, no matter where Pika is, she comes.
Sometimes she meows while we are praying as if to say, "And I have something to say to Heavenly Father, too." This is from a cat who almost NEVER meows.
She even bows her head!
There aren't a whole lot of things that are a sure thing in life. Pika makes it her business to be a "for sure" girl. I'm sure she'll show up to greet me every day, to try to escape and to be present for family prayer.