And God Sent A Cat

With everything that’s been going on, and all the craziness of the media, it’s natural that our minds and bodies are going to be more anxious, stressed, and tense.

A few weeks ago, I was praying in my bed, and talking to God about that. I wasn’t really sure what specifically I was worrying about, it was more of a generalized sense of anxiety. For context, I had just been on Facebook and y’all the negativity and fear on there is way out of proportion!

Anyway, so I had been praying about that and for the Lord to ease my mind and comfort me.

Literally seconds later my kitten, Ash, walks in my room, jumps on my bed, and curls up beside me. I started stroking his beautiful white and gray fur and found myself marveling at how Jesus works.

In the midst of my worry and needing comfort, He sent a small cat to stay by me and offer that joy and consolation. Even now, I absolutely love how Jesus used my little pet to minister to my heart.


Examples of this exist in Scripture as well, the most notable of which that comes to mind is Elijah and the ravens, found in 1 Kings 17:2-6

“And the word of the Lord came to him: “Depart from here and turn eastward and hide yourself by the brook Cherith, which is east of the Jordan. You shall drink from the brook, and I have commanded the ravens to feed you there.” So he went and did according to the word of the Lord. He went and lived by the brook Cherith that is east of the Jordan. And the ravens brought him bread and meat in the morning, and bread and meat in the evening, and he drank from the brook.”

Through Elijah, the Lord had just said that there would be a drought – no dew or rain for the next few years unless by His word. Not to mention, that Ahab was king, Jezebel as Queen, and they both were exceedingly evil people who were worshipping other gods and sacrificing their own children.

In the midst of this, the Lord used ravens to provide for Elijah’s physical needs of bread and meat. And I also like to think that He used animals (God could have simply caused it to appear or drop from the sky as He did for Israel in the desert) because He knew that Elijah was going to be lonely. Of course, animals aren’t the same level as human relationships, but how many of us during this pandemic have been grateful for our dogs, cats, birds, horses, etc?

Interestingly enough, in the article, “The Health Benefits of Companion Animals” from says,

“Animals have been demonstrated to improve human cardiovascular health, reduce stress, decrease loneliness and depression.”

Whether those interactions were passive or active, the article states that benefits of lower anxiety levels were shown, thereby decreasing symptoms of stress.

Isn’t that amazing? As an omniscient God, He knows the benefits of animals even if we don’t recognize it ourselves!

2 Corinthians 1:3-4 says,

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.”

As the God of all comfort, He knows exactly the best way to soothe our heart, settle our minds, and calm our spirits. He knows what caused our worry and what’s going on in our world. He might whisper a Scripture verse over our hearts, or send someone to encourage us.

And sometimes? Sometimes, He may send a cat.

~ Southern Dreamer


Click to access Comment-4704-attachment_.pdf

Different Perspectives ~ CW

Crouching down in a predator position, the orange and white cat kept completely silent. He had been patiently waiting for an opportunity to nab a piece of fish since he had started – an hour ago. This place did have the most delicious seafood.

And now, all of his efforts would finally pay off.

One, two, three…and GO! With a perfected pounce, the cat leaped forward and snatched a blue and silver fish out of the basket. At last! He had accomplished his goal!

“Ah, that cat! He is at it again!” came the screech from the fish basket guardian.

"What marvelous vitality a kitten has. It is really something very beautiful the way life bubbles over in the little creatures. They rush about, and mew, and spring; dance on their hind legs, embrace everything with their front ones, roll over and over, lie on their backs and kick. They don't know what to do with themselves, they are so full of life. -- Jerome K. Jerome:

There’s my cue…thought the cat, bounding through and out of the kitchen – fish in mouth. This was a common thing – him stealing a fish, and the fish guardian yelling loudly at him. And sometimes, if she was especially mad, she would grab her wooden spoon and chase after him.

He had never been caught, however.

A few minutes later, he had finished his meal. Licking his paws daintily, the cat’s ears twitched as he wondered what other sorts of mischief he could get into next.


Adriana tsked quietly to herself as she surveyed one of the resort rooms. The bedroom was in a complete disarray – white sheets, blankets, and pillows were tossed onto the floor with some stains on a few. Food crumbs had made their disgusting appearance on the round coffee table, and the bathroom was a whole other piece of work.

Dark eyes scanning this, Adriana sighed in frustration. “Do they not have any decency?” she exclaimed, shaking her head, “Las personas!”

And with that declaration, she set to work. Being a single mother, Adriana had to work twice as hard as the average parent to provide. She had a three-year-old daughter, Maria, who was her source of motivation.

Suddenly, a flash of orange caught her eye. Whipping her head around, Adriana saw the source of her disturbance: a calico cat. The creature, far from repentant, meowed at her – tail flicking in the air lazily.

“No! You,” she pointed at the cat, “go!”

The cat blinked his green eyes at her.

Adriana heaved another sigh. Placing one hand on her hip, she wagged a finger at the small creature. “I cannot play with you right now. I have work. Trabajo!”

Apparently uninterested in her statement, the cat ignored her and instead pounced on the curtains that were moving from the air coming through the vent.


Is this really what my life has come to? wondered Celeste Lacey as she sat at a table – by herself – with no other companion save her dog. She was alone.


Of course, it had not always been this way. But fame has a way of isolating a person, even if several thousand people say they are your biggest cheerleaders, fans – or Celesties as they were called.

Celeste was a prodigy, everyone told her so. She could play the piano, violin, harp, and guitar. By age ten, she had started to compose her own music. As a bonus, Celeste had one of the most beautiful voices and enjoyed singing along with playing her instruments. Yet, this was not the entire reason that the world was captivated by her. That reason was much more serious.

Celeste Lacey was blind.

Her mind flashed back to the accident. The event that would change her entire world. She had been five-years-old…and – no. She would not let herself go there. Not again.

Sighing heavily, Celeste used her other senses to observe the resort. She could hear music playing through the speakers. Scrapping chairs hinted that several different people had risen from their seats – perhaps couples? They sounded happy.

Celeste shook her head, blonde curls falling over her face. Why had she come here, again? It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, really. A random judgement call to hop on her private jet and fly on over to the Caribbean islands. Even now, she wasn’t completely sure why she did it.

Maybe she needed a break. Maybe all of the pressure had been getting too much for her. Whatever the reason, Celeste was here now.


Evianna bit her lip tightly to keep another sappy, over-the-moon smile from taking over her face. As the music continued to play, however, she realized – as her mouth quirked up – that her efforts were in vain. And why was she trying to hide it anyway? This was the best day of her entire life. They were at a resort – a resort! – in the Caribbean as part of their honeymoon.

A giggle escaped out of her. She could not possibly be happier.

“Eves, what are you laughing about?” questioned her husband, glancing down at her. His ocean blue eyes twinkled inquisitively.

She blushed, slightly embarrassed at having been caught. “Oh, nothing. I-I was just thinking, about how happy I am to be here. With you.” Evianna looked up at him lovingly.

“I am too Eves, and hey, you know what these mean?” He gestured to their respective rings – one, a simple gold band, and the other, with the characteristic diamond.

“That we’re married?” Evianna deadpanned, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, yes,” he shot her a teasing grin, gently moving a stray nutmeg brown lock behind her ear, “and that we get to spend the rest of our lives with each other.”

“Forever,” she murmured, leaning her head against his chest, as they continued to sway to the envelopment of music drifting through the speakers.

“Yes, forever,” he repeated.

“I’m glad I get to spend my forever with you.”

"Care to dance?" A young married couple/ Friends since they were kids:


from a cat ~ a journal entry

I flicked my tail lazily into the air, eyelids fluttering shut. The cooling fall air surrounded me as I yawned it in. Curling my tail around my body, I prepared to enter into one of my favorite activities: sleep.

lanies-iphone-pictures-082“Brayden, have you seen Kit?”

“Yeah! She’s over there, underneath the bush.”

Loud footsteps sounded (did these humans have no concept of silence?) as I made a most valiant effort to ignore her. Hoping she would go away.

“Hey Kit!”

Stubborn human. I blinked my green eyes open slightly, not bothering to move from my position.

She had crouched down beside me – leaves crunching loudly, and had a happy expression on her face. As I observed, she reached out her hand and began stroking my fur.

Oh no. I knew where this was going. I was no fool, thank you very much. I knew the process: she would try and butter me up – by petting me, hoping that I would not refuse what would come soon after…being picked up.


Despite my best efforts at restraint, I found myself enjoying it. Darn her stupidly smart human intuition.

She stopped.

I meowed in complaint, not appreciating this turn of events in the least. Reluctantly rising, I elegantly (and silently, unlike said human) walked over to her – sunlight shining on my calico fur.

Almost instantly, she scooped me into her arms – a jubilant countenance appearing. “Don’t be mad,” she stated, petting me as she did so. She grinned happily, kissing my head.

I pulled away in disgust.

“Oh, you know you like it.”

Like it, like it indeed.