Those Darn Cats !

I’m highly allergic to cats.  They make me sneeze with an annoying rhythmic pace and cause my eyes to swell and turn a hideous striped pink color. But does that stop me from having cats?  Nope.  I’ve got three at the moment and one of them is expecting her third litter of kittens any day now. SIDENOTE:  I don’t need any Bob Barker echoes reminding me to control the pet population, so no comments on that! My Matilda happens to be a rare girl that even our vet hesitated to spay.  In case you don’t watch The Animal Planet, the longer haired, yellow tabbies (yeah, like Morris) are, for the most part, Tom cats. Females are far & few between.  Therefore, I’m simply on a mission to help save this breed from becoming extinct.

So, back to the cats.  They’re outside cats, but, since we moved to the farm, I’m more inclined to leave the doors open during the day, and my cats have decided that inside the house is super duper nice! No matter how many times I put them out, they find a way back in.

I know you won’t believe this, but, last week, as I was cleaning up after supper (I’m returning to my roots…you’ve been right all along, Mama, the night time meal is indeed, supper!) So, anyhoo, while I dried the pots, I heard a strange noise and discovered mommy to be Matilda, non-chalantly letting herself in the back door.  I watched in utter amazement as she wiggled her paw in, pushed the screen door open and waddled inside.  Hello, Kitty!!!

Needless to say, going in and out of the house has begun to pose a dilemma because there’s literally a cat lying in wait at every door. So as I sought to outsmart my cats, GOD whispered, “Count me in.” You’re saying, huh, about now aren’t you?  Just stick with me, here, people and you might learn something!

After some careful observation, I concluded that each cat achieved entry with an entirely different approach. Matilda hangs around the back door because she knows it’s the door that is most often used.  I guess she assumes that once the big door is left open, she can handle the flimsy screen door!

Hallie-Boo, on the other paw, is sneaky. (I named her that because she’s white but tattooed with the the colors from that old Halloween candy we grew up with, you know, sticky kind in orange and black wrappers) No lie, this cat lives up to her name! She spends her days and nights peeking through the windows to see where we are.  When she sees anybody get up from where they’re sitting, the girl has done her homework and knows where every doors is! When a knob turns, she’s there!  She even got brave enough to sneak contraband in this weekend and proudly put it on display. Poor little bird!

Finally, Hancy’s method is perhaps the most clever of all.  She’s still a kitten, so all she has to do is stand at a closed door looking sweet and precious. No waiting and no sneaking! Even my Chipper can’t resist those pretty green eyes gazing up at him so pitifully! Hancy shows up at the right place, purrs a time or two and she’s in!

GOT ME TO THINKIN….This is where GOD picks up the story.  Just like those darn cats, HIS children allow sin to enter our lives over and over even though we are highly allergic!  Whether it’s the old familiar sin that hangs out at the back door because it’s usually cracked or the sneaky sins that we don’t intend to commit, but, give into when we find ourselves caught in a precarious situation.  Like my Hallie-Boo, Satan and his demons are always lurking around in the shadows of our day to day routines, ready to pounce when we least expect it. And, although GOD warns us over and over that we can’t handle Satan on our own, the warning goes in one ear and out the other!

And what about the things we toy with even though we know there’s a risk involved?  If we dabble in something that seems harmless and yet  can’t shake that uncomfortable nagging about it, we’d best leave it alone while we can still get away!  Let me put it this way.  Hancy’s tiny paws aren’t really that dangerous right now, but as she grows, I can guarantee you those claws will get longer and sharper!

Think Pinnochio and Jiminy Cricket.  Albeit a bit corny, that’s the way I visualize our relationship with THE HOLY SPIRIT.  HE is ever present to warn us about people, things, places, habits, etc. that are detrimental, but in the end, HE won’t stop us if we’re determined enough to carry on.  Imagine what it must be like for HIM to watch us marching into another one of Satan’s landmines singing  Zippitty Do Dah like mindless morons.

GOD’S Word is explicit. For us to live in CHRIST, we should avoid sin.  We can’t claim constant ignorance or keep offering the same lame excuses.  Why do you sin? Why do I sin?  I’ll tell you why, because we want to.  Yes we’re human and none of us are going to be perfect and blah, blah, blah, but I, for one, will not claim to put up even a reasonably noble fight to remain holy for MY FATHER.  Worst is, when the time comes to reap the consequences of actions we were gung-ho to do, we have the audacity to question why GOD would do this or that. 

Well, duh? Like we’ve told our kids and our parents told us and their parents told them and their parents told them, you play with fire, you’re gonna be toast!  Yeah, I know, I changed that last part, yada….yada….I like toast better….

So, I’m sure these darn cats will continue finding their way inside the house, but, at least I’ve got their number now…you guessed it, nine. And, I’m giving THE HOLY SPIRIT permission to call my number, out any time as well, because I really don’t like allergies!

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