It centers around a wild looking musician/”cat therapist” (Jackson Galaxy) who comes into homes where the family feline is wrecking hell on the felicity of said domicile and helps the cat become a wonderful pet.
By the time the cat therapist is called to intervene, the kitty is usually under an eviction notice or a death sentence if it doesn’t straighten up.
This, of course, adds some drama to the proceedings.
Will Jackson be able to find out what’s troubling Fluffy and save her
from people too stupid or selfish to own a pet?
The rest of each segment is devoted the cat therapist looking into what environmental or emotional issues the cat is having and giving the owners homework to learn how to exist together as a family.
Sometimes it’s a long process of changing the environment, the attitudes, and the hearts of all involved.
Sometimes, all that’s needed is a new litter box and quality time together.
Of course, at the end of the show everyone is purring.
In real life, most of those cats would end up in a cage at the local pound waiting in line to be gassed.
We don’t have the time, patience, or heart to find out if there’s a problem with the pet, with us, or both.
It’s easier just to get rid of the “problem” and what happens to the “problem” after that is not our concern.
You know where I’m going…
We do the same thing with our children, our spouses, our friends, and our churches.
We do it in the church, too.
I do it.
We don’t “euthanize” each other, but we snuff smoldering wicks and evict the “troublesome” far too quickly.
We believe that there is not enough payoff for the homework involved…especially when that homework may involve changing ourselves.
I am not unaware that there are truly bad cats and truly bad people and there are relationships that won’t be fixed this side of heaven.
There are more, however, that just need work.
Our biblical job description is “ambassadors of reconciliation”.
I have to go clean my litter box.
Make your own application…