We have a very spoiled cat in our house.
She came to our door about five years ago and she stayed despite the fact we tried to find her owner. The rules for her living with us were pretty simple #1. No sleeping on our bed, #2. No scratching on the furniture, and #3. No bringing mice to our door. Those rules lasted about a week and all three had been tossed aside.
We first allowed Ms. Kitty to sleep inside one night when I heard coyotes howling in the field northeast of us. We relented telling ourselves that we didn't want her to become their meal. Since rule # 1 had already been broken, Ms. Kitty found a very comfortable place and went to sleep on the foot of our bed. That would have been fine except that, during the night, she found a more comfortable spot walking across me, then settling down to sleep as close to me as she could get and with her foot on my chin, until she fell asleep.
Banning Ms. Kitty to the next room seemed to work out fairly well. She seemed to sense when it was time for us to get up and never meowed or scratched at the door until that time. However, that seems to have changed. Ms. Kitty's time clock has been reset to an earlier hour. So, before daylight, she begins her pitiful meowing and scratching at the door until my patient husband gets up; opens the door and lets her in. Then, she proceeds to let us know it's time that everyone hits the floor running.
Now, here's the clincher.......when we are up, does she want out? Does she want to play? No, she wants one of us to sit in our usual chair in the living room so she can get on our lap and go to sleep.
Is Ms. Kitty so unlike most of us? Don't we want to know that someone cares enough about us to allow us to be comfortable in their presence? Can we relax when we know that our family is where they normally are? Do we crave the comfort of an arm about us or a hug when we're lonely and perhaps alone in the dark? Remember when you were a child how you loved to sit on your parents lap? How you wanted them to just lie there beside you at night until you fell asleep or at least sit beside you and read to you until your eyes closed and you were off in dream land.
Just as Ms. Kitty comes to us the only way she knows how by scratching on our door and meowing, when she is lonely and needing our attention, we can go to our Heavenly Father for comfort. He is never disturbed; never unavailable; always there to hold us when we need to be held, comforted and assured that someone cares.
"We give thanks to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. He is our Father Who shows us loving-kindness and our God Who gives us comfort." 2 Corinthians 1:3 (NLV)
She came to our door about five years ago and she stayed despite the fact we tried to find her owner. The rules for her living with us were pretty simple #1. No sleeping on our bed, #2. No scratching on the furniture, and #3. No bringing mice to our door. Those rules lasted about a week and all three had been tossed aside.
We first allowed Ms. Kitty to sleep inside one night when I heard coyotes howling in the field northeast of us. We relented telling ourselves that we didn't want her to become their meal. Since rule # 1 had already been broken, Ms. Kitty found a very comfortable place and went to sleep on the foot of our bed. That would have been fine except that, during the night, she found a more comfortable spot walking across me, then settling down to sleep as close to me as she could get and with her foot on my chin, until she fell asleep.
Banning Ms. Kitty to the next room seemed to work out fairly well. She seemed to sense when it was time for us to get up and never meowed or scratched at the door until that time. However, that seems to have changed. Ms. Kitty's time clock has been reset to an earlier hour. So, before daylight, she begins her pitiful meowing and scratching at the door until my patient husband gets up; opens the door and lets her in. Then, she proceeds to let us know it's time that everyone hits the floor running.
Now, here's the clincher.......when we are up, does she want out? Does she want to play? No, she wants one of us to sit in our usual chair in the living room so she can get on our lap and go to sleep.
Is Ms. Kitty so unlike most of us? Don't we want to know that someone cares enough about us to allow us to be comfortable in their presence? Can we relax when we know that our family is where they normally are? Do we crave the comfort of an arm about us or a hug when we're lonely and perhaps alone in the dark? Remember when you were a child how you loved to sit on your parents lap? How you wanted them to just lie there beside you at night until you fell asleep or at least sit beside you and read to you until your eyes closed and you were off in dream land.
Just as Ms. Kitty comes to us the only way she knows how by scratching on our door and meowing, when she is lonely and needing our attention, we can go to our Heavenly Father for comfort. He is never disturbed; never unavailable; always there to hold us when we need to be held, comforted and assured that someone cares.
"We give thanks to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. He is our Father Who shows us loving-kindness and our God Who gives us comfort." 2 Corinthians 1:3 (NLV)
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