A while back, Andrew woke up to our little grey cat, Jessie, screaming. (This is a very normal and typical scenario.)
When she wants to be fed, she cries. When she wants your attention, she cries. When she has to throw up a hairball, she really cries. And when she’s having tummy troubles, oh boy, do you hear about it. That’s our grey panther, as Andrew calls her.
He must have been pretty desperate for her to quiet down, because he gave her a time out in solitary confinement. (Aka the washroom.) He says to me, “I don’t know what to do about her screaming, It makes me want to take her back.”
Me: You could never do that. You’d miss her too much. She’s your baby.
Andrew: Yeah, I know. (gloomy face) Everybody’s dying….
Me: Ah! Don’t you go on that road trip again!
Neither of us expected these words to come out of my mouth, but apparently they were needed this particular morning. Andrew smiled at me as I laughed.
I was desperate too. I’d woken up feeling totally beat, but I was determined I wasn’t going to let it affect my mood. Like our little lamenting lady, I too have cried out in my own despair. Thankfully, God hears His people when they call to Him for help. There’d be no singing the blues today! Besides, Jessie does enough caterwauling for all of us.
If you’re interested in seeing our little kitty in action (NOT being noisy), view the video at the end. The first scene is her all grown up being held by her adoring kitty-daddy, plus a couple of frisky kitten videos. Enjoy!
“The LORD hears his people when they call to Him for help. He rescues them from all their troubles.” –Psalm 34:17