The door was open and the frigid air was overtaking my electric blanket quickly.
That wasn’t what troubled me, not what awoke me…that’s been a normal thing every winter since Miss Kitty adopted me.
What troubled me was that Miss Kitty was not asleep at my side but had opened the door and left.
She had not done so in weeks.
She had spent all day and all night sleeping on the bed as she recovered from a fractured pelvis, often with the help of pain killers.
She could only walk a few feet without laying down, couldn’t jump at all, and was helpless to defend herself.
For her sake we had been inseparable.
She took all her meals in my bed.
When she needed to use the “restroom” I carried her outside and patiently waited for her to overcome the pain enough to do her business, then carried her back in.
Sometimes I would carry her out and just sit in the sun with her…she is an outdoor cat and needed that comfort.
At night she would get as close as possible and sleep without moving
She had gone mute through the ordeal…no purrs, or meows, or chirps from what had been the most “verbal cat” I’ve ever had.
Now she was outside somewhere in the dark and cold and unable to tell me where.
If it’s cold for you, it’s cold for them, and I was freezing.
Just as I was pulling on my sweats to go find her, she walked in, jumped on the bed, and let forth a hearty “MEOW!”
That was her way of announcing “I’m ok now”.
Since then, she goes in and out as usual, jumps on my lap and jumps on the bed….just a tad more gingerly than before.
She roams the neighborhood speaking with the other cats or simply sitting in one of her “hideouts” with the sun on her face.
I’m beyond happy and grateful that she’s recovering and feeling like her old, ornery independent, self.
Except…I miss having her always around.
Because she needed me to be, we have been together constantly.
We learned to trust each other in ways that we never had before.
Now, I’m just part of a much broader feline life.
I’ve been praying that God would deliver me from the need to spend every moment counting on Him.
I’ve learned to trust Him…because I had no other choice.
He has been my constant companion.
It’s never dawned on me that this may be the only way I’ll spend any time with Him.
It still hasn’t dawned on me that He may actually enjoy my company.
I’m a “cat person” in more ways than one…
Make your own application…
I’ll be darned if you didn’t do it again. Well done.
The final twist there is fantastic.
Thank you, Josh… 😉
Amen and oh so sweet, as usual. Good news that Miss Kitty is doing well…. I completely agree about the desire of having the kits around more. My cats spend most summery days outside…. The glorious thing about wintertime, is, the cats stay in more. Love it!
Having ended up adopting the two stray kittens that we recently rescued, we are now a household of FIVE cats. Perhaps it’s time for Miss Kitty to have a little competition for your lap and attention. 😀 JK
She is a jealous feline. 🙂
I’m trying to convince her to let another stray come inside from the cold…
It’s taken 6 weeks for my oldest persnickety gal to ‘accept’ the rapidly growing kittens… She now allows them in the same room that she’s in…. but will ‘inform’ them when they invade ‘her’ space. I suppose there’s a “make your own application’ in there too. The Gospel According to Cats.
I’m trying to tell Miss Kitty that she was a refugee once and she she embrace others like herself.
It’s not working real well…
hmm… lovely, lovely object lesson – rings with truth
Being “Liked” by God is almost more of a jarring realization than hearing constantly that “God loves you.” There’s something disarming about being “liked.”
My pastor/friend ChuckJr once told us all that God “likes” us.
You’ve never seen a bigger bunch of stunned people in a church building.
First the puzzlement.
Then the embarrassed smiles.
Then, as the years continue, the changed and enriched lives.
…all from the realization that our Father “likes” us.
this post on Miss Kitty does generate some ponders…
if the Old Testament is any indication, God, too, likes ornery, independent critters
so glad that Michael’s little feline muse is enjoying her life as a cat again
Thanks for the big smile – I needed that.
Glad I could help today… 🙂
Good to here Miss Kitty has healed, a nice way to end the week with all that has transpired. Reminder of the Fathers care for us. ??
There you go again, Michael — disarming me with your deep yet simple musings.
Well written, Michael, and so happy to hear Miss Kitty is feeling better. 🙂