My neighbors have an orange tiger cat that lives on the porch, and thinks that it belongs to me instead of them. No kidding.

Part of the reason for that is probably the fact that they have a pre-school-age daughter, and (I would imagine) she's a bit rough on the cat. I, on the other hand, always stop to pet the cat when I walk by, so it's natural that the cat would enjoy my company.

During the winter months, particularly when it's very cold outside, the cat more or less lives in front of my door. Either that or he has very good ears, and can hear me coming, so he's always there when I start to open the door.

I've never let the cat inside my house, and yet, the cat seems to think it really wants to be inside with me.

A couple days ago I was thinking to myself, "Well, we're starting to get warmer weather now, so I probably won't see the cat so much anymore."

And then I opened my door, and the oddest thing happened -- I saw this bright orange streak from across the road and two houses down, come racing toward my door. In fact, that cat moved so fast that he was in front of my door before I even finished opening it!

Oddly enough, the cat's behavior made me think of a verse in the Bible, in the book of Psalms:

It occurred to me that the cat feels the same way about coming to my house as God wants us to feel about coming to His house.

But do I really feel that strongly about going into the house of God? Do I drop everything and race with enthusiasm toward its doors?