Feline acquaintances had told her that a starving cat could find enough to survive from me and when she had no other options she came to me.
She was a wild looking, wild acting mess, with long, dirty, sticker filled hair.
I would feed her because I’ll feed any stray, but my son loved her for reasons known only to him.
For some time she would only show up when she was desperate, but over time we started to build a relationship.
She slowly started coming into the house for a bit, and she would allow me to help her clean the mess she was wearing.
She wouldn’t stay long though…
There were other cats in my home already and while they acted like she was welcome, there was always some tension in the air…she hadn’t quite learned how to act like a cat who lived in this house.
It was still more comfortable in the uncomfortable environment she was accustomed to.
Today though, things are different.
She is sleeping on my lap as I write this, having slept with me all night.
We got up together as we always do, had breakfast together, and started our day.
She doesn’t much care what the other cats think, she just wants to be with me.
Food is still important, but not as important as being with someone she knows loves her.
When I’m gone somewhere, she waits outside the door for me.. or waits in my chair because she knows that’s where I’ll be when I’m home.
She’s learned to behave like she lives here because I loved her until she could trust me enough to change.
Now, she’s my constant companion.
I enjoy her being here as much as she enjoys being with me.
Now, this is where I usually come up with an ending sentence and slap “make your own application” on the end of another parable about the relationship we have with God as modeled by a cat.
There’s a problem though…a few problems.
After decades of knowing God I still only show up when I’m desperate.
I still have a lot of dirt and a bunch of stickers.
I still haven’t learned to trust enough to find His lap as wonderful as His food.
I’m not completely convinced He loves me like I love the cat.
I’m really not sure about all the other “cats” in the house…
He still feeds me though…He does it for His son.
Now…make your own application…