TGIF
Smokey in his “house”…
Miss Kitty and Smokey just can’t get along.
To be more honest, Miss Kitty and Smokey refuse to get along.
As the cat dad to both, this is heartbreaking, because both suffer from their chosen hostilities.
I love them both, but when the fur flies there is little I can do to help either.
When Smokey arrived and realized he had a home, he became territorial…except the territory had been Missy’s for many years already.
He would chase her and smack her and she became very afraid of him.
After he was neutered and came to understand my great displeasure over his behaviors, he actually began to change.
Now, he’s an wonderfully well mannered boy…he’s even polite when he’s hungry, quietly presenting himself at the door, then turning to wait outside for his meal.
He’s also wounded after a losing battle with a racoon.
Miss Kitty sensed his weakness…and became the aggressor.
Now, she wants the pound of flesh back that he previously extracted.
She wants the place to herself and no longer will allow Ol’ Smokey inside when she’s here.
They are both great pets and great companions…very different in many ways, but they are both cats and both very loved by the same father.
You’d think that would be enough for peace…but it’s not.
They fear and dislike each other, convinced of the worst about each other.
I will never reject either, so my hope is that someday they will stop fighting for their sake and mine.
I hate it when my home with my cats reflects the culture…
I have real friends that I love on both sides of all our social conflicts.
They are all good people, as people go…and both sides claim the love of the same Father.
It’s not that they can’t get along, the problem is that they won’t.
They’ve become territorial and when one side senses the other is wounded they pounce.
They fear and dislike each other, convinced of the worst about each other.
Our Father has told us that this is not only displeasing to Him, but dangerous for us…but the fighting continues.
This morning I had to rescue Smokey from a family of raccoons that wanted his breakfast.
When we separate and put some of the family outside, we expose them to all manner of dangers…and we can only hope the Father is there to save them.
He won’t be pleased with us if we’re pleased that they are harmed.
He’s not rejecting anyone, and His love for them remains even if ours doesn’t.
Ours should.
None of these conflicts will matter when His kingdom comes.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done…now, if possible, Father…
Make your own application…
Good application.. Bite and devour? Uh oh
On another tac, i once had a neighbor who thought the raccoons were sooo cute – she fed them… My vet said a pack of raccoons can kill a large dog… Poor kitties
Thanks, Em.
Once a raccoon tastes blood, all bets are off…they’ll kill cats and dogs. This was a momma and three kids…and they can easily kill a cat. Momma entered orbit momentarily with the help of my walking stick…then they waddled across the road to the storm drain they are living in.
Michael, any chance of trapping them (sometimes animal shelters loan cage traps)? A project for Trey?
Then you could take them for a ride waaay down the road. 🙆
Which cat will vote for Trump and which cat will vote for Biden?
Em,
It would be a full time job…there’s bunches of the bandits here.
Excellent article, Michael. Much to ponder in our hearts.
Thanks, bob1!
“It’s not that they can’t get along, the problem is that they won’t.”
Geez, how many times is this the truth…….I think we just don’t realize how often we could get along if we chose to expend a little effort to do so – or even just dump a little of our pride.
Owen,
We value other things more than relationship more and more these days…