â€œSo the man gave names to all the livestock, the birds of the air and all the beasts of the field.â€ (Genesis 2:20)
Weâ€™ve got a cat named â€˜Babyâ€™.
Let me back up. Weâ€™ve got four cats, six dogs, somewhere around fifty fish (the kind you feed, not the kind that feed you), and weâ€™re house-parents to a horse.
‘Babyâ€™ is the kitten of a stray who showed up at our house about twelve years ago to give birth to her first litter. We found homes for all the kittens but one. The stray became â€˜momma catâ€™. The kitten, by default, we named â€˜baby catâ€™. We have two more recent arrivals down at the barn. They were dropped off by someone who apparently didnâ€™t mind the idea of allowing cats to reproduce, but wasnâ€™t keen on taking responsibility for the product. The gray kitten is â€˜gray kittyâ€™; the black kitten is â€˜black kitty.â€™ Now youâ€™re getting the drift of our naming system.
Most of our animals are strays. Let me clarify; theyâ€™re not really strays, they didnâ€™t wander away from home â€“ theyâ€™re drop offs. Our property is far enough off the beaten path to be â€˜attractiveâ€™ as a one way bus stop for unwanted pets. So their arrival doesnâ€™t reflect the animals so much as their previous owners. Because we know its probable fate Elaine and I canâ€™t ignore a drop-off. We canâ€™t let it die of starvation or predation (the two choices available to strays out here), so we take it in, feed it and, usually, doctor it. Once the animal is reasonably healthy, we canâ€™t find it in ourselves to take it to the Animal Shelter (that lottery ticket doesnâ€™t usually pay off for the animal).
And thatâ€™s how â€˜Babyâ€™ and most of the rest came to live with us. She, along with â€˜momma catâ€™, is a deck cat. Thatâ€™s an â€˜outdoors onlyâ€™ cat; she can roam where she wants but usually hangs out on the deck. Itâ€™s a step up from a barn cat, but definitely not house cat status. Itâ€™s a casual relationship but weâ€™re all okay it.
Baby got sick a few weeks ago. She started dropping weight dramatically and by the time we figured that her condition was beyond a home remedy she had one paw in place cats donâ€™t come back from. I took her to the vet and the prognosis wasnâ€™t good. Her liver had pretty much shut down and her own body fluids were poisoning her. At this point, we had two options; a practical one and an expensive one. And the expensive one was a gamble at best.
We had to make a decision. This is a cat weâ€™re talking about â€¦ technically, a stray cat. At twelve years, sheâ€™s a pretty old â€˜babyâ€™; itâ€™s not like sheâ€™s in the prime of her life. And weâ€™re not on the Fortune 500 list of Americaâ€™s richest couples; we had already dropped a significant chunk of change at the vetâ€™s just finding out what was wrong. Option A would be practical (cheap) and humane. Option B would be expensive and, as the vet put it, â€œlike a roll at the tables in Vegasâ€ – a gamble at best.
We didnâ€™t (donâ€™t) have the money to spend on â€˜Cat ICUâ€™ without some pretty heavy consideration. I asked God to give us wisdom about what to do. Elaine asked God to heal the cat. Thatâ€™s Elaineâ€“ if youâ€™re going to ask God for something, you might as well ask Him for what you really want instead of what youâ€™re willing to settle for. Heâ€™s God; healing a cat isnâ€™t a huge request. She teaches me some amazing lessons.
This was one sick cat. There was a pretty good chance it wouldnâ€™t make it through the night. By the next morning, I thought, our decision might be made for us. But the sun came up and the cat was sitting on the deck. Not well â€¦ not any worse â€¦ but not dead. We gave it another day. The next morning the cat was sitting on the deck. Not well â€¦ not any worse â€¦ but not dead. Time to make a decision.
I called the vet. â€œLook,â€ I said, â€œThis is a twelve year old cat – a deck cat. If the cat is going to die and thereâ€™s nothing we can do about it, Iâ€™m okay with that. But if the catâ€™s going to die because of what we didnâ€™t do, then Iâ€™m not okay with that. If the catâ€™s still fighting, Iâ€™m not going to throw in the towel just yet.â€ We brought the cat back to the vetâ€™s for four days of â€˜Cat ICUâ€™.
That was a week ago. The catâ€™s back home. Not well â€¦ not any worse â€¦ but not dead. Every morning we medicate the cat (against its will) and force feed it with a syringe and a teaspoon several times a day (really against its will). Sheâ€™s not giving up, so we wonâ€™t either. And weâ€™re still praying for her. Healing a cat isnâ€™t beneath God (I prayed for a roto-tiller once, but thatâ€™s another story). God cares about cats.
God made us in His own image (Genesis 1:27). God made animals for our sakes (Genesis 2:18-19). He made us to care about animals because He cares about animals (Matthew 10:29).
Without making too much of this, how we care for our pets, may be a shadow of how He cares for us. A stray cat is a stray cat, not a lot of intrinsic value associated with that. But thereâ€™s something in us that makes us take it in. Maybe because we know whatâ€™s going to happen to it if we donâ€™t. We care for the stray, give it food and shelter, love it – not because itâ€™s lovely or valuable, but because it needs love – it needs someone to value it.
John 3:16 says, â€œFor God so loved the world that he gave his only son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.â€ â€˜Lovedâ€™ in this passage is the Greek word â€˜agapaoâ€™. It describes a love that requires action or a love that assigns value to the object being loved. In short â€“ God loved us because we needed loving and any value we have is derived from the fact that He loved us enough to act by sending His Son to save us.
So, in a way, we love Baby and our other strays because, initially, they needed loving. And by demonstrating our love for them by giving them a home, feeding and doctoring them, they take on value in our hearts.
Like I said, I donâ€™t want to make too much of this, but it helps me see Godâ€™s love for me; not that I deserved it, but that I needed it. And it cost something.
About the money:
The money for â€˜Cat ICUâ€™ was there when we needed it. It always is.
I quit believing that I was my own source a long time ago. I work to make a living, people buy books or pay me for my time; I know that. But Iâ€™m not my source; neither are the people who write me checks. God is my source. Thatâ€™s not just spiritual lingo (I hate spiritual lingo), itâ€™s reality. And I didnâ€™t come to realize it by some leap of faith or holy epiphany. Itâ€™s come by experience. We do what needs to be done and whatever is required to make it happen shows up when we need it. Thatâ€™s how it is â€¦ and certainly not because of any particular goodness on my side. Heâ€™s faithful to provide even when Iâ€™m not so faithful in holding up my end of the relationship. I guess thatâ€™s â€˜agapaoâ€™ – loving me because I need loving.
Until next week,
I love it! Iâ€™m a stray-taker-inner (as my dad puts it) myself. Never did meet a stray I couldnâ€™t love, even a nasty old Cajun women washed out of New Orleans by Katrina. You hit it on the head â€“ not because they are lovable, but because they need to be loved.
This is a beautiful post. Good luck and God bless you, Baby and all the animals in your care.
Great Job! It is amazing how God uses animals in our lives to teach and remind us of Himself. This may seem a bit like a Christian mystic but I believe that God somehow gives animals the ability to discern and bless people who possess God’s Spirit and demonstrate His love â€“ even to them. If Bridgette, my cocker spaniel, was alive, I honestly believe that she would attempt to demonstrate this to any believer who would spend time with her. At times, you must feel like the director of an animal orphanage but remember the words of Paul, â€œAnd we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to [his] purpose. Rom 8:28â€ Thanks for caring and for sharing this adventure. I am very confident that your cat has touched a number of lives through your keyboard.
Love reading your posts—and the reflections they afford.