Good St. Dominic's Cat
by Ed Noonan
Illustrated by Leslie Cobb


Chapter Nine

 

Joseph’s Busy Workshop

 

        “It’s Dominic and Francis,” said the door of St. Joseph’s workshop as he saw the two monks who had just made a crash landing. “Are you looking for Joseph?”

          Dominic stood up and brushed off his habit. Francis sat on the ground and responded, “We’d like to talk with Joseph. Is he busy?”

          The door laughed. “He is always busy but never too busy to talk with friends. I’m not sure where he is.”

          Dominic opened the door revealing a massive workroom. Tools of every description were on the walls and endless rows of work benches. Many people were working. Some were making small beautiful objects. Others were working as teams constructing giant forms.

St. Joseph had countless projects and anybody in Heaven could come and work with him. His workshop was always a fun place to be. People there were happy. Music could be heard in the background but the sound of the work was a beautiful music of its own. Everyone working in Joseph’s workshop had a strong sense of satisfaction because only good and beautiful things were created there.

          Dominic and Francis stepped inside and looked for a familiar friend that they could ask about Joseph’s whereabouts. They spied King Solomon getting up from a table at the same moment the king saw the two saints.

          “Francis, Dominic, come look at these plans I have. You’ll be excited to hear what Joseph and I are planning. For centuries we’ve been wondering what to do with the back slop of Heaven. God the Father gave us permission long ago to make it part of the garden but until now we didn’t know what to do with it.”

          Francis eagerly strode to the table. He was always happy to see new plans for the shaping of Heaven. “But isn’t the back slope already a garden?’ he asked.

          “Of course,” said Solomon, “but it has been a wild garden for years. The territory has largely been uncultivated and God the Father thinks some better use can be made of it. Here’s a model of it now.” He touched one of the blueprints and suddenly a three-dimensional model appeared on the table. From the top it looked like a long staircase winding down to a small dot. Each of the steps was overgrown with heavenly plants and contained heavenly wildlife and beautiful sights like lakes and waterfalls and streams.

          Dominic was amazed at the beautiful model. His house in the apple orchard was near the back slop and he often walked there. “What is it to become?” he asked.

          Solomon touched another blueprint and the model was changed step by step into a variety of beautiful gardens. Each step was cultivated with different forms of plants and each step had a different purpose. One step was a garden for hikers. Another was a botanical playground filled with rides. The next was a theatre, followed by an amphitheater for music, and then another had an arena for sporting events.

          Solomon was excited about the plan. “Such a big task has never been undertaken by Joseph before, but I and many other experienced builders have agreed to help and...”

          “Wait,” interrupted Francis.

          He and Dominic looked around the workshop and something was missing. Francis said, “Dominic, I can’t find the...”

          Dominic quickly nudged him and said, “You can’t find….St. Joseph. Solomon, have you seen him?”

          Solomon wasn’t sure where Joseph had gone. He went to check with the others and walked over to a table where three little angels were building a snow balloon.

          Francis said, “Dominic, we’ve lost the cat. He is nowhere around here. I haven’t seen him since we came inside.”

          Solomon returned and told them Joseph was outside in the garden planting color trees.

          Dominic thanked him for showing them the model and then almost pushed Francis toward the door. Once outside he exclaimed, “What are we going to do? The cat came to me and now I’ve lost it.”

          “No you haven’t,” said the door which was closed again. “I believe he wandered off toward the left. You’ll probably find him among the color trees.”

          “That is where Joseph is.” said Francis.

          “It looks like the cat knew where he was going,” replied the door.

          “Why didn’t you say something to us when you saw the cat wander off?” asked Dominic.

          “A cat in Heaven is none of my business, I’m sure,” said the door opening to the let the saints out. The door only chuckled as the saints ran off to the left.

To be continued . . .

 


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