Sunday, June 01, 2008
God, did, indeed, give us another cat
Dang, it, but Ice-T, our primary cat, will not give the new auxiliary kitty a break. So, I want to dislike him. But I can't because I love him. Yet I love Miss Eames, too.
The question, at first blush, with only a little thought behind it is:
How can my love for both kitties be swayed because one of them, Ice-T, is being natural to himself in being "mean" to the other one? And because the other one, Miss Eames, just appears, for the time being, to be surrendering to the Big Cat?
I held Miss Eames for awhile today and I thought she was purring -- but then I realized she was not; she was trembling. And I loved her more and held her closer.
Does God hold us closer when we're trembling? Because that's as close as we can get to loving God, trembling is all we have in us at the moment?
And I was angry at Ice-T. And I picked him up at one point, when he was threatening Miss Eames, and flung him away, to give Eames some time to get herself together, eat, and poop, and chill, in her own space, and to keep Ice-T from doing something we all three would regret.
Is that what's happening when two people who God so loves get in each other's way? God flings one of us out of the way of the other -- for the sake of both, and for God's own sake?
Feel free to laugh. God works mighty wonders with the critters around us.
I keep thinking about the poor kitty he told me about that got progressively more withdrawn on a car ride to Oklahoma from Alaska, then ran into his new house, made a beeline for a bathroom and lived there for years. ... Eames *has* to get over this. Sniff.
Case in point: my favourite neighborhood kitty (think I set you a pic of her once) was getting beat-up on by her owner's new mamma kitty. It took several months for these two outdoor cats to work things out between them, but they now have their territories staked out and all's well.