Did you ever believe in a divine appointment? I mean, something that worked together so perfectly that it had to be orchestrated by God in order to unfold properly. Something that, if man touched, would fall apart like a house of cards built on a rickety three-legged table.
It happened to me recently. Actually, it happened to a cat I now own. If you’ve been to my house or been reading my blog for any length of time, you know our pet burden is already far too high. All rescues, we have Winston, the huge, stupid, lovable lab. Toby Flenderson, the dog with a personality deficit. Kitty, a barn cat who came to live with us two years ago. Stanley the Chemo Cat, a sweet fatboy who was chosen by Kylie to sit with her during treatment.
In the last weeks, our little patient wanted a baby kitty. Actually, she has wanted one for some time and I was able to say no. At one point, I bought a bottle, put Stanley in a diaper and tried to pass him off for a kitten. He was pretty cute, but a 14 lb. cat doesn’t pose well as a baby.
So when we got the terrible news that her disease had progressed, I could no longer say no to anything she wanted. I called a friend who knew a pet rescue organization and in a few hours, a kind lady from Angels Among Us delivered a baby kitty who had gotten off to a rough start in life. We had every intention of returning the cat in a few days.
This is where the divine appointment came in. We brought the kitten to Kylie who sat up for the very last time to welcome her. She gave us her last smiles and loved on that little cat as long as her energy would allow. When she laid back to rest, that little kitten curled up in the crook of her arm and never moved. Never! If one of us moved her, she walked right back into the crook of Kylie’s arm and laid back down. Eliza didn’t move from that spot until Kylie breathed her last.
You might think we got a mellow, lazy kitten. You would be wrong. She is rambunctious, curious, and now runs and jumps all over the house. She is an amazing leaper who rules the roost. She won’t even take crap from Winston who feels a perpetual need to sniff her backside until he gets a claw on the nose.
The mere fact that she laid so still for a day lets me know that she had a job to do – a divine appointment. She did it perfectly and now we will spend the rest of her life rewarding Eliza for her job performance. She is our baby now even though the last thing we need is another pet.
We all believe Winston is too stupid to realize this is a new cat because he hasn’t seen all three of them in the same room together. He probably just thinks one shrunk.
I wonder if we all have divine appointments at some time in our lives, but don’t sit still long enough to realize they are happening?