|Aslan and Lucy when they were babies.|
Years ago, I had a hair-brained idea to buy a cheaper cat food for our two cats. I had always heard that cats could be finicky, but that had never been my experience. I had previously had a male cat for some thirteen years, and he would eat anything. We have two cats now, and our male cat will eat anything, as well. But I learned that female cats are a whole different breed! I'm not a veterinarian, and I'm not an animal professional, but from my experience, it is female cats that can be finicky. So, my "save money on cat food" experience was some 2-3 years ago, and it almost cost us Lucy's life (our female cat). She stopped eating. We had noticed that suddenly she was getting into any food we left out on the counter. She had never done this before. But she had stopped eating the dry cat food, and she was starving herself. Determined not to eat the dry food, she tried to get her teeth on anything we left out on the kitchen counter. When we noticed her getting thin, I tried going back to the normal dry food, but she wouldn't have it. Then, I tried wet, canned food. She loved it. Since that time, she has trained me and my girls to feed her breakfast, lunch, supper, and a midnight snack. It is so strange that she'll eat dry "treats," but she won't eat the dry food left out in their bowl. The little boy does, but she won't. She wants the canned food. And without the canned food, she would probably starve. And ironically, she almost starved to death as a baby because someone dropped them off at the "back" of the humane society building, and because it was Christmas time, no one found them for days. Three kittens became two, and these two almost didn't survive.
Because I was mistakingly the first to feed her the canned food in her time of starvation, she is totally enamored by me. She sleeps by me now. When she is hungry, she comes looking for me and cries to me. Non-stop, I might add. If I lie down on the couch, she will come try to lie on my tummy, faces me, and gazes deep into my eyes. It is the strangest thing. And the funny thing is that these cats are our girls' cats. I have no real attachment to them. They slept by the girls. They played with the girls. And now, I have a shadow. A few minutes ago, I was working on the computer ... got to wondering where Lucy might be ... and turned around and saw that she was sleeping on the stool beside me. She is going to be near me, one way or another.
In the morning, when she is ready for breakfast, but I'm not ready to get up ... she'll come lie down on my side. Seriously. My husband thought that was so crazy. He said there is no way he'd let her do that to him. (In my defense, I'm half asleep, so it is really hard to find the strength to make her get off me, and she'd just come right back even if I made her move.) But my husband made the mistake of giving her a little food when he got up one morning for work, and now she has him trained, too! She goes from lying on my side, to lying on his side ... waiting for one of us to get up in the morning because she just knows we live to feed her.
Lucy's example reminds me of how finicky we need to be for Jesus. When we really realize His sacrifice for us ... when we really grasp the cost ... we won't want anyone or anything else. Without Jesus, we are slowly starving ourselves. And when we allow Him to meet that need in our lives ... we'll never be able to get enough of Him. We'll want to crawl up in His lap and gaze into His eyes daily because He met our desperate need. Don't grab anything. Don't grab just anything because you are starving. Don't grab what the world has to offer for comfort and life. Choose Jesus. Be finicky for the "good life."
|Lucy and the good life.|