It was the standing on my face with her considerable full weight on her front paws while yowling that finally made me get up and feed her.
I went to bed early last night, the cares of the world and the care of this blog having sent my blood pressure into a place it ought not be.
Too much worry and too much stress had taken it’s toll.
I prayed a brief prayer and then escaped from it all under an electric blanket.
Evidently (the evidence would be an empty bowl) I had neglected to completely fill Miss Kitty’s food dish before I retired for the evening.
Thus, for three solid hours beginning at 4:30 AM, she sought my intervention to remedy this matter.
She got up on the bed, she got as close as possible, and she yowled.
Every time I changed positions, fluffed my pillow, or otherwise showed a sign of life she would yowl,then jump down to her bowl.
I stayed in bed.
She would then jump back up on the bed, get next to me, and wait for me to move again.
Over and over again.
She did so for three hours… which to a hungry cat is like three days, or three years, or some very long measurement of cat time.
Her persistence was amazing.
She did not make her need known and fall asleep.
She did not go to the neighbors and tell them her need.
She did not attempt to find and open a pouch of Whiskas on her own.
She knew who her provider is and she would petition him until her need was met or the need would not be met.
She knew her provider better than that.
She has been fed here before, she would be fed here again, and she wasn’t leaving me alone until she was fed now.
When I decided to open my eyes she placed her full weight on her front paws on my face and let forth a howl that said she’d been waiting long enough.
I agreed…and got up and gave her what she needed.
For her persistence, I even sprinkled some cat treats on her food.
Oddly enough, after gobbling it all down, she still yowled.
She wanted some lap time too.
She got it.
I’ll make sure the dish is full tonight.
Make your own application…
Miss Kitty needed love and reassuring after all that petition & prayer.
Don’t we all… 🙂
A real yowler…. Lesson learned.. little cute spoiled kitties always get their way.
Oh our Scooter pounces with all his might, too. He’s a “chuffer” not a yowler but his persistence is just as tenuous as Miss Kitty. I’m just thankful that God doesn’t turn over and try to go back to sleep when I’m the pouncing kitty and that if He doesn’t answer my “yowling” right away, at least He is able to give me that peace to know that He heard me. Another classic Miss Kitty story to share today. please give her a scratch under the chin from us
A couple years ago my wife started feeding the cat first thing in the morning, and she got into the habit of waking us up in the wee hours of the night because she thought it was time to be fed. We have since stopped that feeding schedule… she has not reciprocated, and still likes to wake us up in the middle of the night.
The last couple weeks have brought a new creature into our home that likes to wake us in the middle of the night. Our cat has seen our reluctant march to check her food bowl turn into an impatient yell to, “go away”. She has seen her priority status downgraged to annoyance.
I’m glad that story doesn’t have a corresponding meaning to our relationship with God.
A girl know what she wants and knows how to get it
My ‘pets’ are the coyotes behind me off the golf course – very effective in keeping the neighborhood cats away. 😉
Yep. Dogs have owners. Cats have staff.
Miss Kitty may be related to Simon’s Cat
For me, doesn’t seem to matter how much I yowl.
I distinctly remember the moment when I realized that my prayers and cries were pointless and no ‘answer’ was forth coming. God isn’t a pushover.
I do pray, a lot, but not in the manner I used to. I absolutely believe God does answer profoundly ‘sometimes’, I’ve grown accustomed to the silence and lack of observable results, and still put my Trust in Him. No dinner for the kid sent to the corner.
Me thinks that perhaps Miss Kitty is not a Calvinist…LOL