Momma Kitty has been with us since she was born in our barn in Walla Walla, Washington, about 14 years ago. There, she basically lived outside and in the barn except for the occasional “sneak” into the house to play with the kids in one of their bedrooms (She was our daughter’s cat). You see, my wife is allergic to cats. And she doesn’t care for their hairs on everything. Or scratched furniture. So it was that Momma Kitty didn’t become an inside cat.
When we moved from Washington to the south, the family and belongings preceded me because of my job situation. I followed three weeks later in a pick-up truck filled with bicycles, lawn equipment, one Australian Shepherd dog… and Momma Kitty. MK (as I’ll call her) got out of her traveling cage to be held in Boise, ID, Boulder, CO, and St. Louis, MO. She’s a gentle cat and a great traveler. However, when she reached our new home, she found a change of affection had occurred – our daughter had come across an eight-week old kitten, and Momma Kitty had been replaced.
The new cat, a female dubbed “Louis” (pronounced Louie) was allowed to live in our daughter’s downstairs bedroom for about five years. The two cats never did get along. MK was relegated to the garage and the outside. About five years ago, our daughter (and Louis) moved away, and the cat eventually became our granddaughter’s. We were up in Maryland this past weekend, and, because of some required moving into housing that doesn’t allow cats, a crisis had arisen. What to do with our granddaughter’s cat?
Of course, Louis came home with us yesterday. The rule still stands: no cats in the house. Louis is de-clawed, and there would be a significant price to pay if anything happened to her. We couldn’t just put her on the front porch and expect her to stick around. So MK got moved out of the garage for Louis’ benefit. I’ve made a nice insulated box on the covered deck for Momma Kitty. Her food and water are right there. But last night the wind blew, and the rain poured. And even though her spot on the deck stayed nice and dry, Momma Kitty was one bummed-out cat this morning. You might say she got moved out of her comfort zone, and was none too pleased about it.
I wondered today how I would feel if the Lord moved me out of my comfort zone abruptly. Seems like He’s done that a few times in the past to a few folks, if I recall my Bible stories right. Why has He left me in this comfortable situation? Why haven’t I moved out of it on my own? Does Satan want me to stay in the garage, in my comfort zone, out of sight? Am I any good to the Lord there, I wonder? I guess these are some things for me to think about over the next few days.
By the way, has anyone seen my clothes brush?
Dr. G
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