An Unintentional Sermon By My Cats

​A fundamental truth I learned from my cats this morning.

Photo by the author of her cats Sybil (left) and Java (right).

Yes, those are my two little darlings sitting on my bed, which is how the story begins.

​I’m the early bird, while my husband likes to sleep in. So, while I rested in bed waiting for my toddler to be our alarm clock, my two cats noticed I stirred.

Java had slept on the bed with me, and so she greeted me with her typical stretch of her claws in my direction to see if poking me would generate a response. As an obedient owner, I scratched her head, all the while leery of the fact that if I pet her too much I’m gonna get playfully nipped.

Enter Sybil. 

Sybil, announcing her presence with heavy pawfalls, sashayed around the bed and lept upon my pillow, as per her usual, to headbutt me in order that she might receive her morning massage. As I caressed her thick, gray fur, she noticed the competition. Perhaps in a friendly gesture, she tooted over to Java to say good morning.

What was Java‘s response? To cant her head, rear back, extend her claws, and promptly beat Sybil off the bed. 

I laughed.

Not at Java’s audacity, but at myself. Isn’t that just like us? If something, or someone, comes between us and what we want, don’t we rear back and try to swat it out of the way?

Human nature is very much like a cat’s personality. We want what we want, and, by golly, we’re gonna get it — on our timing, of course.

"That's why we need Jesus."

Jesus humbles us and keeps our claws tucked in. Through Him we learn to accept the good and the bad, to realize that we need a savior to control our selfish, prideful tendencies. Without Jesus, I know I would be just like my cat!
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Please leave a comment if you have a similar cat story. 

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