Animals are wonderful, aren’t they? Over the years we’ve had eight cats, three dogs, two bunnies, hamsters, fish and hermit crabs. Each one has enhanced our family life greatly with humor and warm fuzzies, except for maybe the hermit crabs. But they were cute. Today we are left with three low-maintenance cats: Beauty, Oliver and Henry. Did you ever think that God can use our pets to speak to us just as He uses children, nature or circumstances? Could God be speaking a message to you through your pets?
Beauty is our ten-year old female orange tabby, the sweet, affectionate (but on her terms), fear-based, finicky private investigator. She knows she’s the alpha feline, but enters a room as if she is sidestepping land mines in Iraq. When she crosses the threshold and notices a new item on the floor, such as a shopping bag or pair of shoes, she approaches it as if it were a live rattle snake. As she makes her way cautiously to sniff it from afar, you can stomp your foot and she will startle jumping eight inches straight up into the air. Through Beauty God teaches me not to be afraid. Things are not as they seem.
Oliver, nicknamed Silky Stuff, is our three year-old, mostly black, ultra silky, extremely affectionate, fullback-sized lover boy who meows like a monkey and prances around the house as if he is showing off new black patent stilettos. His tail is continually hooked at the top indicating that he is perpetually curious and is often found in December hiding in the Christmas tree. His favorite habit is to lure me with his staring eyes to kick off my shoe and with my foot scratch his back while he rubs all over my shoe in a display of affection. He loves to eat green vegetables out of our hands and is very trusting until the doorbell rings then his fear of strangers takes over as he trots upstairs to peek at the guest from between the posts on the upper landing. Since it takes him way too long to redevelop trust for us after we take him to the vet, God teaches me through Oliver not to be over-reactive, just let people do what they have to do.
Henry, the youngest of the three, is in a class all by himself. He is our seriously laid back, yet adventuresome, tuxedo-sporting massage recipient, having received the most kisses, cuddles and rub downs of any cat in the history of felines. My daughter received him as a gift from God while she was dining at a street-side cafe with a friend last summer. An old car pulled up beside the restaurant, the passenger opened the door to toss a large box in front of the cafe, then the car sped away. My daughter noticed movement within the box as one of the kittens attempted to escape out of the top to which she responded by grabbing him in haste as the manager arrived to carry the rest to the Humane Society.
“Mom, I know you’ll never let me keep him, but isn’t he cute?” she surprised me that night suddenly placing him in my arms as I turned around from the kitchen sink. One look at him? End of discussion…I was in love. Henry is such a character because his absolute favorite activity is taking car rides with me hanging his curious nose out the cracked window like a dog. Through Henry’s mellow and satisfied disposition, God teaches me that there is nothing much worth getting bothered over because life is good and God’s in control.
Watch your pets, animals outside and in the pet stores to see what God might be whispering to you!
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Proverbs 12:10 The righteous care for the needs of their animals.