As I am typing this blog, my little cat Nix is perched on the back of my chair. He alternates between staring out the window, sleeping and... rubbing his face in my hair. Yes, I said rubbing his face in my hair.
When we first got him from the shelter, he was eight months old and painfully shy. He was a runt who was being treated for an infestation of ear mites. I understand he was taken from a home where there were multiple cats. I'm not talking about just a few here. I'm talking about a place which was so overcrowded with cats that Nix along with the other cats was not being properly cared for. Sigh...
A few weeks after the death of my 17 year old cat, Philo, my son and I headed to the animal shelter. As we were looking at various cats, we noticed a cage with a sign on it which said. "I Am New And Very Shy. Please Do Not Disturb." Okay. I wouldn't. I started to walk by when suddenly a black paw shot out and clung to my jacket. The shelter worker with me said, "That's interesting. He's been cowering in the back of his cage terrified ever since we got him a few days ago."
Well, as you can guess... Nix picked me. I didn't want to bring him home without talking to my husband of course but I did put down a deposit on him to hold him until the next day. That was seven years ago.
I've had three cats previously. None of them were shy and none of them were little. They weren't fat, just big. Nix was just the opposite. He looked like he was just about three months old when we got him although the vet assured me he was was older. He was just ... a runt.
When he finally did come out of his carrier after about three days, he would hide. For a couple, except for the fact that there was evidence that food and been touched somewhat and the litter box was... uh... obviously being used, you would not even know we had a cat. We never saw him let alone touched him.
I was patient. Even though I couldn't see him, I would talk to him and sing to him as I went about the house. I knew he could hear me and smell me. I kept putting out fresh food and water for him, changing his litter box and behaving as if I could see him. Eventually, I caught more and more glimpses of him as he learned to trust me. He learned that I cared for him and that he had nothing to fear.
Soon, he stopped hiding from me. In fact, he would even be at the door waiting for me when I came home. He started to curl up on my bed, he started coming when I called and would often even jump up on my shoulder. As he learned to trust me, he became less shy with people who came into our home. He knew I wouldn't let anyone hurt him.
Right now, he is draped over my shoulder, rubbing his nose in my left ear. LOL! That tickles, Nix! He is just lying there contentedly. He just wants to be with me.
Are we like that with God? Do we only come to Him when we want something or do we come to Him simply because, like Nix, we just want to be with Him?
Love the analogy k!
[quote]Are we like that with God? Do we only come to Him when we want something or do we come to Him simply because, like Nix, we just want to be with Him?[/quote]
Hmmm...I'm not sure I want to answer that!
and what was that song that went"and the cat came back the very next day? or was it that movie when they thought the cat died, threw him in a trash bag, put him in a hole and the cat climbed out? sorry i'm having a "pre almost 50 senior moment lol be blessed