TGIF
After Chester died, my intent was to enjoy the time I had left with Miss Kitty…then no more cats.
It seems that the older I get the harder I take the losses…and the losses are inevitable.
The Lord and a bunch of cats had different plans, however.
Within a couple of weeks another Maine Coon arrived and expected breakfast…and lunch…and dinner.
Snacks in between meals, thank you.
She also expected attention and would do whatever it it to to get it, including grabbing, clawing, biting, and rearranging bookshelves.
Behind her came a white cat with soft fur and blue eyes, mute, but communicative by expression.
She silently requested sustenance, her eyes promising not to trouble me otherwise as the Coon does.
Those two came in the house…the beige tom cat was too scared to enter but peered in through the doorway hoping a dish would be set out for him as well.
Very well, Lord…I’ll feed them, but I won’t “claim” them.
I’ll not name them…because naming something or someone implies ownership and responsibility…and relationship.
That way sounded good but didn’t last…because the Lord reminded me that we’ve been named and claimed by God and we’re in relationship with Him.
He’s named us…
Child…
Friend…
Heir…
Chosen…
Beloved…
He’s engraved our proper names on the palms of His hands that we not be forgotten and when He reads that name He remembers the other names He’s given us.
He experienced the loss of the Cross that He might gain us.
The kingdom advances when we act like Him.
Life comes when we risk loving like Him.
So… from now on when you read here of Cinnabun, Marcelle, and Fat Tom… along with Mommacat, Grem, and of course, Miss Kitty…you’ll know who I’m talking about.
Those are my beloved friends who I have chosen to claim…because He chose me first.
Someday, I may even consider adding some humans to my list…
Make your own application…
I love this so much. Amen. The Gospel according to felines. Congratulations on the expanding of your family and “congregation”. Somehow the Lord will provide, like the miracle of the loaves and fish. We give out, and He continues His provision.
Thank you, Paige.
The Lord has provided so far…Sheba and Fancy Feast instead of loaves and fishes… 🙂
Reminds me of the birds my daughter feeds… With their winter habitat burned out around us, they quickly realized there was this lady who seemed to have an unlimited supply of birdseeds.
My application would be? We have a God with an unlimited supply of soul food …. err somethin’ like that
Em,
You’re getting the hang of this…even if you don’t like cats… 🙂
Michael! ! ! I don’t like living with cats who jump on counters and push good food onto the floor – for the fun of it? BUT the neighbors have an adorable cat who keeps me company when i’m pulling weeds… I think Nikki can’t figure out why i’m pulling perfectly good plants out of the ground…
I’m just a fussy old lady who doesn’t like kitties in my house, i guess. ?
For the record there was one cat who lived in my house who wouldn’t have thought of patrolling the counters. I think her ambition was to be a human and we didn’t climb onto the counters. She disappeared and years later i found that a neighbor had stolen her. Lured Gillie into her house and never let her out again. But she was good to her, i guess. Talbot Park was upscale after sewers came and i’m not sure i respect “upscale” people…. ? end of my cat history… probably
Em,
I wish that was all my cats did.
I have one who comes inside to use the restroom instead of fouling the great outdoors. She also has seizures in the middle of the night…on top of my head.
Offer Miss Kitty the wrong food and she acts like she’s burying it in the cat box while looking at you with scorn.
They open my door all night long then get in my bed to tell me it’s raining and they need a towel…I could go on…
Michael, those cats have your number… I hope they know how lucky they are… Some talented writer could write a best seller titled “Michael and the Cats.” You? ? ? ?
Em,
Those close to my in real life find it odd…but I do too.
I have to move now because Missy wants the chair… 🙂
Adding humans would be a horrific mistake…ask my wife
My kids want a kitteh, but they didn’t treat Lilly The Chihuahua right. She still barks at them, but she’s never barked at scary strangers who have come by. Shes in the back yard not house broken, and shes 17, too old to teach. used to have pet rats. I don’t trust my kids to be gentle enough with the little beasts. Maybe in a few years… I only have a 1Ksf home. No space for a litter box for an indoor cat.