My two cats couldn’t be any more different.
Miss Kitty is my pretty little girl…feline fastidious and proper, always on my lap or on my bed being showered with attention and affection.
Chester is my big ol’ boy…a muscle cat with a head the size of a softball, loud and messy, always looking for something more to eat.
Missy has been the center of attention and the object of my affection for a long time and that has not changed since Chester arrived.
She sleeps with me at night while Chester finds a place in my chair or on the floor.
He doesn’t really want attention, he wants another can of Fancy Feast.
At least that’s what I thought.
That’s what I thought until the other day when he sat by my chair and wailed.
He’s always wailing and it means that he wants more food.
The problem this time was that I had just emptied a new can of food into his dish.
Still, he wailed.
He didn’t appear to be hurt so I ignored him and went back to providing biting social commentary on the internet.
He stopped wailing, but sat and stared at me…what do you want, cat?
That’s when Chester jumped into my lap for the first time.
The impact was similar to having a car park on your lap…
Chester wanted attention and affection, just like Miss Kitty.
In reality, my cats couldn’t be any more alike…
Food and shelter were not enough…he wanted fully accepted into the family… he wanted to be loved.
Somehow, in my mind, I had decided that because he was so big and so tough that he didn’t need what every other cat (and person) needs to be fully alive and whole.
I had convinced myself somewhere along the line that I didn’t need those things either.
My guess is that some tough folks here have done likewise.
I’ll bet there’s someone in your life that you think about like I thought about Chester.
They are probably too tough to wail.
Some of you think that if God is providing you with food and shelter that you shouldn’t hope for more.
You thinking is incorrect.
Go ahead and wail…He has a big lap.
Make your own application…
Wow….this: “Some of you think that if God is providing you with food and shelter that you shouldn’t hope for more.” Wow..
Love and companionship…. (food and shelter too) is so needed. Love God. Love people…(cats ARE people),. Upon these two rest all the Law and the Prophets…
Thank you, as always.
Thank you, Paige!
Well done again big brother!
Yes His lap is big enough for us all. Amen!
not the first, but this is as close as any of Michael’s cat stories have come to making me cry… Chet is a lucky cat – loved and understood, too – or should that be understood and yet, loved anyway?… God, do you do that?
it occurs to me that God isn’t stupid… if He understands us and loves us (He does) then we must be worth something, eh? … just in case someone feels worthless today
for us old folk… i watched the now elderly, but always cool, cat run across the grass this morning (it was wet, but the sun was shining)… he’s always been a skinny cat, but now he has a pouch – he was tripping on that pouch as he went, but he was having a great time anyway… i took a lesson from the cat today, Michael 🙂
(don’t know if that makes you a good influence or a bad one on this dog preferring person)
John you are funny
When my strength has given out, You are there to catch me.
I for one have had it up to “here” with bylines and stories about Calvary Chapel, corrupt Christian organizations, egotistical church leaders, blah, blah, blah, blah…blah. All I see now is yada, yada, yada.
Therefore, a simple request. Can we take a break from the usual routine and dedicate a week to, what I will title, ” Cat Stories?” They are well written, fun and insightful, kinda like the toy in the Cracker Jack box (although insightful may not apply come to think of it).
Maybe others here need a break too. If I am not alone, please feel free to chat up your support. Being a “dog man,” I can’t believe I’m doing this.
Your feline friendly Christian.
I think that’s a darn good idea…really good.
I’ll try it.
Michael you are a lot like chester…that is why i pray for you everyday….you take care of everyone but you. Thanks for taking care of our spiritual well being
Dusty…thank you, my friend.
Linnea still praying for your sister and for you.
Paige still praying for your 4 boys and you and mr fix it.
Al still praying for you
Erunner still praying for you
Em still praying for your friends who lost their son.
Nonnie praising God with you for your newest granddaughter
Does that mean I need to provide cat-only links for next week’s linkathon? That will be a big enough challenge to distract me from the run-up to the election.
Especially if you want “spiritual” links, since cats don’t seem to write much about their spirituality. They are kind of private about that, though they are rather open about licking themselves, clawing things, and meowing for a meal. Have no idea if there should be any application made about that…
On second thought, a week of cat stories by Michael would be refreshing. 🙂
Jeff @ 7 … buy the books! 🙂
does anyone here remember the name of the Clintons’ White House cat? i do…
Dusty, faithful pray-er, thank you so much
spinning off of the request for a week of cat stories (i have presumed on Michael with one from time to time)… i think a thread of stories about cats that the commenters here have known would be fun… thinking of Xenia and Paige at the moment
I can give stories about cats I have put down over the years if anyone is looking for that angle. 😉
MLD that is so sad
Well, with the track record of my writings, I guess I’ll have to write about the Villanova Wildcats or Penn State Nittany Lions once again. 😉
Male cats that are not “fixed” tend to get bigger “Tabby” heads.
I rescued a male ragdoll cat who only had one testicle drop,so the one that didn’t kept producing testosterone and his head grew big.
We had a lot of trouble with him fighting other cats until our vet did exploratory surgery and found the nut and removed it.
Now the cat has mellowed out a bit but somehow, during one of his outdoor cat fights he contracted cat AIDS.
Now we have to keep him indoors so he won’t infect other cats.
Your story is wonderful!
Having grown up without a father and being a latch key kid I was the tough guy.
I didn’t need no one.
Then one day, while 17, I stood in church and an older Christian man put his arm around me and hugged me.
I found my tough guy wall melting as the Love of Jesus came across to me like hot waves of lava.
It changed everything.
I opened up my defenses and wanted to be loved.
A week of cat stories is a good idea. But can we please still have the prayer and praise page?
Surfer51, glad you were hugged all thoes years ago… hugs 😉
Dusty I have been given the opportunity to hug a few case hardened self protective people knowing what I know about God’s love penetrating even the most impenetrable defenses.
Inside we are all marshmallows.
The harder the shell of defense the more that person is vulnerable and crying out for God’s love.
I recall, during the Jesus people movement, that often times the most intimidating people were the very ones that responded to the gospel message while I was out witnessing in the streets.
Once I figured that out, I would always focus on the toughest person when witnessing to a group of people in my travels on the road.
Today you almost never see Christians sharing their faith with others outside like the Jesus people used to do.
We are the light of the world?
#15 – i hope they were sad moments … makes me think of the Passover lambs, brought in and kept with the family for a period of time, were they not? even tho i have wished death on an animal or two (or more), killing animals for the most part should be sobering moments at the very least
however, hunting season is over up here and the deer are back to their standard kamikaze revenge on our roads… so… dunno
just sayin (to quote somebody else here)