God’s Divine Match—Rescue Cats

You’re either a cat lover or not. I don’t think there’s such a dispute about dogs. I know people who can pretty much ignore a park full of canines on a spring afternoon but mention having to visit an apartment with one cat and it suggests an experience comparable to going to jail. Mention more than one cat? That’s a pretty lengthy sentence.

Then, there are the cat lovers. They often have no limit to the number of cats they might hide. City apartments, too small for human habitation, can squeeze in at least one sedentary feline. For a little more rent, maybe two.

Cat lovers begin to resemble their counterparts. They walk on cushioned feet. Sit still just a minute too long. Gaze, not look through window panes. And start to appreciate a long nap.

The world looks different. It spins slower. It doesn’t woof. At least in the one place where it counts–at home.

And God made so many to choose from.

Tabby cats. Siamese cats. Maine Coons. Designer Cats. Alley cats. They are abundant as the stars in the sky and as individual for each owner.

And their owners are as different as their cats.

I never would have fanthomed such a divinely designed match accomplished by two little rescue cats!

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Remember your servants Abraham, Isaac and Israel,
and how you swore to them by your own self, saying,
‘I will make your descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky;
and all this land that I promised,
I will give your descendants as their perpetual heritage.'”

Ex 32:13