Today’s post is a follow-up to one from last month called A Tale of Two Kitties. You can read it here. In it, I wrote about our newly adopted cat, Socks, and our beloved cat of several years, Mojo. They were fighting constantly—Socks tackling and biting, Mojo hissing and hiding, and we had precious little peace in our house for over three months. I confess I was coming close to giving up and looking for a new home for Socks. I knew my husband and son would be sad, but they too had come to the same conclusion.
But after that post, I was so encouraged by several of you who commented with similar experiences that were, in the end, happily resolved. So, I decided to keep trying. I spent a lot of time each day refereeing, breaking up fights, rewarding good behavior, maintaining separate food dishes, litter boxes, and sleeping places, not leaving them alone together, etc. I grew weary, and doubted anything would work. I felt a little silly, but I prayed and asked God to help our two cats get along. I reminded Him (as if He needed reminding! 😉 ) of the verse about not even a sparrow falling to the ground without our Father knowing about it. And I figured He might know (and care) about our cats as well.
I am delighted to report that we have experienced a cat-sized miracle. Seriously. Even though I am supposed to be imaginative as a writer, I really could not imagine it happening—not with one cat so aggressive and the other so afraid. I am happy to be wrong. Mojo is still a little tired, but the two are living in relative peace. They are napping together, playing together, and sharing food dishes without fighting. Socks now grooms Mojo enthusiastically, and Mojo tolerates it. 🙂 Yes, there is still some wrestling now and then, but Mojo gives as good as he gets and the bouts remain primarily playful. Peace has returned to the Klassen household at last. I am so thankful.
I know people who are not cat lovers or at least pet lovers may scoff at this. But God knows how much strife adopting this cat brought into our house and how badly I wanted it to work out, especially for my husband’s and son’s sake. So yes, I do believe God cared about even this.
It brought to mind the song, “His Eye is on The Sparrow,” so I looked up its history. In 1905, Civilla Martin, a Canadian, went to visit a friend in New York who had been bedridden for 20 years. Her husband had an incurable condition and was also in a wheelchair. Mrs. Martin said about them, “Despite their afflictions they lived happy Christian lives, bringing inspiration and comfort to all who knew them.” When asked their secret, the woman’s reply was simple, ‘His eye is on the sparrow, and I know he watches me’ which inspired Mrs. Martin to write the beloved song. Here is one verse of it to jog your memory:
Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise, when songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies, I draw the closer to Him; from care He sets me free; His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me…”
God is good. And you guys aren’t too shabby either. 🙂 So thanks again for your encouragement. You played a part in this happy ending, too!
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