I Love My Cat And So Does God.
Peep laying with my youngest when he was sick
I had something in mind to blog about today however something happened yesterday that I feel I just need to share.
A little over a year ago we brought a cat home from the humane society. I've never been a huge cat person and where we live, a cat can only live indoors, as any outdoor cat would promptly get eaten by coyotes if and or when they ventured around the property. But, my boys really really wanted one so we got a five week old black fluffy kitten and named her Peep.
As much as it pains me to admit, I loved Peep from the start. She was cuddly and sweet and always jumped on my lap wherever I was. She slept in bed with Rob and I every single night and don't even get me started on the alternative words to "cat" jokes that Rob made about us all. The first one was almost semi-funny. All the other 50 were not.
My kids loved Peep. They could hold and carry her around and even though she wasn't declawed, she never bit, scratched or was aggressive with either one of my boys. More often then not, one of them would be sitting on the couch playing their iPad or watching not Spongebob (no Spongebob allowed!) and Peep would be curled up right there by their side.
She became our cat, our beloved pet and seriously a member of our family. I never thought I would love a feline like I did Peep, but I eventually grew seriously fond of her and looked forward to getting home and having her greet me at the door.
You may be wondering why I am writing this blog post as though Peep was a "past tense" cat...and she almost was. As I mentioned earlier, where we live, cats have to stay indoors. They can't have free play time outside as they will get too comfortable with the outdoors and stray a little too far one day and never come back. The coyotes are pretty aggressive around here and would take a cat for dinner in a second.
She had gotten outside a couple times when the door was left open, however someone always realized right away and got her back inside asap (and also, she never really wanted to go outside that bad. She lived a pretty posh life inside that the outdoors were no real allure to her).
Except a few days ago.
On Thursday specifically, my boys had a few friends over. It was a nice day and they were going back and forth between inside and out. I always stress at them to close the doors when they come in or out, however with a group of crazy kids running around, open doors are bound to happen. I would always close a door when I saw it ajar, but now I know that Peep happened to get outside sometime Thursday afternoon.
I didn't realize at first that she had gotten out, as she roams free around the house and does her own thing quite often, but by Friday night, I got a little worried and went looking for her in closed closets and drawers. When I didn't find her, I stressed my uneasiness to Rob and he asked if there was a possibility she had gotten let outside...and it was then I concluded that yes, she had probably gotten out when one of the doors had been left open.
Even then, I knew that all the other times she had gotten out, she never strayed far at all, and she was always back inside within minutes. Her going missing over 24 hours was a huge red flag, and Rob and I both knew that if she hadn't made it back yet, she probably wasn't going to.
I talked to all our neighbors and put a missing cat post up on craigslist, but by Saturday night, there was still no sign of her. By now, it had been over two days with no sight of Peep, and I knew the chances of her surviving the outdoors that long were nil.
Neither of the boys had asked about her yet, as they probably just assumed she was hiding or sleeping under the guest bed as usual, but by Sunday afternoon, I knew I had to break the news to them that their first cat was gone and wasn't coming home. It would be the first time I would have to tell something like this to my kids...give them bad news and break their hearts. I was prepared for tears and sadness and honestly, got a little teary eyed myself.
I was standing at the kitchen counter debating how to start the conversation with my kids when I got a text from my best friend asking about the cat. I responded with, "it's been over 48 hours. I want to think differently but I know she most likely got killed by coyotes and it's so sad because she was such a good cat." My friend responded with a sad face emoticon and I set the phone down, walked out onto the deck and gained my composure before I went back inside and told my boys about Peep.
I was outside on the deck for about five seconds when I heard a cat meow. I thought to myself, "no way..." when I heard it again. And again. I banged on the window to our bedroom where I knew my husband was in bed asleep and when he came out onto the deck I said, "do you hear that!? It's a cat! I think it's Peep! Except I have no idea where it's coming from!"
We both stood silent and listened until Rob realized the meows were coming from underneath our deck. We had to remove three cinderblocks just to be able to get her out and even then, she was so scared and skittish from being trapped underneath that it took her quite a while to come out to us.
BUT...she did! I was honestly ready to tell my kids that their precious cat was gone forever and at that exact moment, I heard her cries. And for some reason that I can't even explain properly now, I felt the second I walked out onto the deck and heard that first meow, that it was divine intervention. I kid you not, the very first thought that popped into my head was, "did someone just pray for a miracle?!"
I pushed the thought aside and got my cat, rushed her inside, got her food and water and gushed over the fact that she wasn't dead. She was alive and okay and my kids never even knew she was ever gone.
I got to my phone and enthusiastically texted my friend with, "oh my gosh, you'll never believe it!!! I just found her!" in which she responded, "are you serious?! I was just praying for a miracle!"
And it stopped me. It stopped me in my tracks because the very first thing I thought when I stepped out onto the deck and heard that meow was, "why am I just hearing this now?" I had been outside on that deck a majority of the past two days she had been missing. I sat quietly on that deck in the mornings drinking my coffee...I was outside on that deck watching my kids play and I never once heard a thing. She had been trapped under the deck for two days and not one meow. Not one sign she was under there.
Until I had that conversation with my friend that she prayed. Prayed to God that we found our cat. And not two minutes later, she was found.
Coincidence? I think not.
I actually asked her again, "so you prayed right after we got done texting, right then, for a miracle that we would find our cat?"
And she said, "yes, I did."
It was like God was saying, "I'm gonna keep her gone until you ask me," and the truth is, I hadn't asked. But then my friend did, and she was found.
And now my cat is sleeping at the food of my bed.
GOD IS GOOD. And amazing and wonderful and guess what else. Miracles happen every day.
I had something in mind to blog about today however something happened yesterday that I feel I just need to share.
A little over a year ago we brought a cat home from the humane society. I've never been a huge cat person and where we live, a cat can only live indoors, as any outdoor cat would promptly get eaten by coyotes if and or when they ventured around the property. But, my boys really really wanted one so we got a five week old black fluffy kitten and named her Peep.
As much as it pains me to admit, I loved Peep from the start. She was cuddly and sweet and always jumped on my lap wherever I was. She slept in bed with Rob and I every single night and don't even get me started on the alternative words to "cat" jokes that Rob made about us all. The first one was almost semi-funny. All the other 50 were not.
My kids loved Peep. They could hold and carry her around and even though she wasn't declawed, she never bit, scratched or was aggressive with either one of my boys. More often then not, one of them would be sitting on the couch playing their iPad or watching not Spongebob (no Spongebob allowed!) and Peep would be curled up right there by their side.
She became our cat, our beloved pet and seriously a member of our family. I never thought I would love a feline like I did Peep, but I eventually grew seriously fond of her and looked forward to getting home and having her greet me at the door.
You may be wondering why I am writing this blog post as though Peep was a "past tense" cat...and she almost was. As I mentioned earlier, where we live, cats have to stay indoors. They can't have free play time outside as they will get too comfortable with the outdoors and stray a little too far one day and never come back. The coyotes are pretty aggressive around here and would take a cat for dinner in a second.
She had gotten outside a couple times when the door was left open, however someone always realized right away and got her back inside asap (and also, she never really wanted to go outside that bad. She lived a pretty posh life inside that the outdoors were no real allure to her).
Except a few days ago.
On Thursday specifically, my boys had a few friends over. It was a nice day and they were going back and forth between inside and out. I always stress at them to close the doors when they come in or out, however with a group of crazy kids running around, open doors are bound to happen. I would always close a door when I saw it ajar, but now I know that Peep happened to get outside sometime Thursday afternoon.
I didn't realize at first that she had gotten out, as she roams free around the house and does her own thing quite often, but by Friday night, I got a little worried and went looking for her in closed closets and drawers. When I didn't find her, I stressed my uneasiness to Rob and he asked if there was a possibility she had gotten let outside...and it was then I concluded that yes, she had probably gotten out when one of the doors had been left open.
Even then, I knew that all the other times she had gotten out, she never strayed far at all, and she was always back inside within minutes. Her going missing over 24 hours was a huge red flag, and Rob and I both knew that if she hadn't made it back yet, she probably wasn't going to.
I talked to all our neighbors and put a missing cat post up on craigslist, but by Saturday night, there was still no sign of her. By now, it had been over two days with no sight of Peep, and I knew the chances of her surviving the outdoors that long were nil.
Neither of the boys had asked about her yet, as they probably just assumed she was hiding or sleeping under the guest bed as usual, but by Sunday afternoon, I knew I had to break the news to them that their first cat was gone and wasn't coming home. It would be the first time I would have to tell something like this to my kids...give them bad news and break their hearts. I was prepared for tears and sadness and honestly, got a little teary eyed myself.
I was standing at the kitchen counter debating how to start the conversation with my kids when I got a text from my best friend asking about the cat. I responded with, "it's been over 48 hours. I want to think differently but I know she most likely got killed by coyotes and it's so sad because she was such a good cat." My friend responded with a sad face emoticon and I set the phone down, walked out onto the deck and gained my composure before I went back inside and told my boys about Peep.
I was outside on the deck for about five seconds when I heard a cat meow. I thought to myself, "no way..." when I heard it again. And again. I banged on the window to our bedroom where I knew my husband was in bed asleep and when he came out onto the deck I said, "do you hear that!? It's a cat! I think it's Peep! Except I have no idea where it's coming from!"
We both stood silent and listened until Rob realized the meows were coming from underneath our deck. We had to remove three cinderblocks just to be able to get her out and even then, she was so scared and skittish from being trapped underneath that it took her quite a while to come out to us.
BUT...she did! I was honestly ready to tell my kids that their precious cat was gone forever and at that exact moment, I heard her cries. And for some reason that I can't even explain properly now, I felt the second I walked out onto the deck and heard that first meow, that it was divine intervention. I kid you not, the very first thought that popped into my head was, "did someone just pray for a miracle?!"
I pushed the thought aside and got my cat, rushed her inside, got her food and water and gushed over the fact that she wasn't dead. She was alive and okay and my kids never even knew she was ever gone.
I got to my phone and enthusiastically texted my friend with, "oh my gosh, you'll never believe it!!! I just found her!" in which she responded, "are you serious?! I was just praying for a miracle!"
And it stopped me. It stopped me in my tracks because the very first thing I thought when I stepped out onto the deck and heard that meow was, "why am I just hearing this now?" I had been outside on that deck a majority of the past two days she had been missing. I sat quietly on that deck in the mornings drinking my coffee...I was outside on that deck watching my kids play and I never once heard a thing. She had been trapped under the deck for two days and not one meow. Not one sign she was under there.
Until I had that conversation with my friend that she prayed. Prayed to God that we found our cat. And not two minutes later, she was found.
Coincidence? I think not.
I actually asked her again, "so you prayed right after we got done texting, right then, for a miracle that we would find our cat?"
And she said, "yes, I did."
It was like God was saying, "I'm gonna keep her gone until you ask me," and the truth is, I hadn't asked. But then my friend did, and she was found.
And now my cat is sleeping at the food of my bed.
GOD IS GOOD. And amazing and wonderful and guess what else. Miracles happen every day.
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