That’s me at some point every day, in front of my house, sounding like a moron.
I careth not how I sound, I only care that Miss Kitty appears out from under a bush or from behind a fence so that I may feed her and pour affection forth upon her.
Once she appears, I speak to her as a parent speaks to a toddler, lavishing praise and love upon her simply for showing up.
It has to look ridiculous and sound even worse.
I don’t care.
I love my cat.
Generally speaking, I love all cats.
I spend lots of time not only with my cat, but in feeding strays and attempting to convince them that I will love them too.
It takes months sometimes, but I never give up on a lost cat.
Cats being cats, they do not always reciprocate that affection in kind, but this troubles me little.
I appreciate what they do give and have much tolerance for times when they are cold, or even mean.
My beloved feline can be an inconvenience as well.
She often wakes me from a sound sleep to feed her…or simply because it suited her to be petted at 2:45 AM.
Sometimes, after waking me and being fed, she reawakens me by vomiting that food onto my bed an hour or so later.
This troubles me little as well…love is sometimes inconvenient and messy.
At the end of the day, (or a very long night) I am grateful for her company and will do anything to keep her safe, sound, and happy.
I am a cat person indeed.
The problem with this is that as a Christian, I’m primarily supposed to be a “people” person.
While I will spend myself in the service of a stray cat, I will exert as much of myself to avoid stray people.
When forced to extend like mercy to humans, it is uncomfortable and fraught with conditions.
I do not suffer fools gladly, nor wish to suffer them at all.
Inconvenience me and I will assure you that you have done so.
Make too many messes and I will discard you like last weeks recyclables.
You will not have the opportunity to vomit on my bed because you’re not coming in my house.
You might disturb my cat…
I am thankful that Jesus treats me like I treat cats…and not how I treat humans.
He calls me without regard to how I make Him look.
He loves me, though I rarely reciprocate in kind.
He is patient with my foolishness and cleans up my messes.
He has done whatever is necessary for my eternal well being.
He’s asking me to be like Him.
I’m a cat person…
Make your own application…