If you are not a cat lover, just indulge me any way. You might learn a thing or two 🙂
Thursday: It was a strange sound – like a bird- a strange bird with a weird and loud cry. I heard it aa soon as I pulled up at our office parking. I get out of my car and go to investigate. The cry is coming from somewhere near the car next to mine. I squat and look under the hood. There is the most pitiful kitten I have seen in a long time. She looks scared but not hurt. My cat lover instincts immediately kick in. I go to the office and came back with some milk. She will not feed. So I put her under my car, hoping her mother will come for her. Around 3pm, there are thunderstorms. It is going to rain. I go to the parking lot. There she is, sound asleep under my car. I pick her up and feed her some milk. Then I put her inside my car.
In the evening- not knowing what else to do, I take her home. The only problem – cats are forbidden where I stay. I bathe her, feed her, and put her to sleep. I sneak in soil for her litter – hoping not to raise suspicion. It is raining heavily. I thank God she is warm and safe.
Friday Morning: She has peed on her beddings. I show her how to use the litter box. I give her breakfast. She is eating – a good sign. Then I start the journey of finding her a home. I post on a cat lovers Facebook page. And wait. I get some leads – but nobody seems to really want her.
Friday evening. I get home in the evening. I feed her some more. She does not want me to put her down. I start feeling stress and pressure. She is a baby and wants to be held all the time. I can’t keep her. I feel guilty for caring, and for bringing her home without a plan. I name her Tootsie. Don’t ask why. She just looks like a Tootsie. She is so tiny – she fits on the palm of my hand. She cries when I shut the kitchen door.
Weekend: She stays with me. By now, she is playing. Eating. Follows me everywhere. My house stinks of cat pee from her litter. I don’t want to go dig up more soil because it will raise suspicion. I am stressed. The Lord challenges me to trust Him – even with this. I pray “Please give her a home, and someone who loves her. I know she is only a cat, but you care about the sparrows.” Tootsie runs and hides every time I use the blender. Or when the kitchen water drains.
Monday Morning: I see someone who is looking for a kitty on Facebook. I tell her about Tootsie. She responds. I send her
pictures. She says drop her tomorrow. I rejoice.
Tuesday: I hold her for the last time as we go to her new home. She is at first stressed on the road, then relaxes and sleeps part of the journey. She keeps looking at me. As long as I am there, she seems assured all is well. We pull up to a beautiful home. With a garden. She will be happier running around here instead of being confined in an apartment. A little boy comes running – can I hold her? He asks. I say yes. Tootsie is scared. I find it hard to leave her so I get out of there quickly. But I am at peace.
Tuesday evening: I get home in the evening. I miss Tootsie. Don’t cry – I tell myself. I cry some. The little munchkin has stolen my heart. I wonder if she is scared in her new home. I commit her to God (more likely commit myself to God) and sleep.
Thursday: I receive a short video from Tootsie’s new Mom. Tootsie playing. Jumping. She is happy. She is loved. I know she is not thinking about me. But I know who was thinking about me – my Father. He cared enough to answer what seemed like a trivial prayer. I am humbled. Amazed. Filled with gratitude. I see His Father’s heart – how he takes us and transforms us and cleans us up. How he gives us a home with Him. How He cares.
“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows” Matthew 10:29-31