Two cats, both rescued by me, both loved by me. Lydia likes the benefits of living in a house, with food, warmth in the winter, toys and catnip. But the rare times she considers my existence, it's usually just to get something she wants. Even when she consents to be petted, there's always a look of suspicion, wondering what uncouth trick I'm about to pull on her. Phoebe, on the other hand, considers all the house benefits secondary to having her time with me, and she will chase me from room to room, until I sit down, so she can hang onto me and love me, and know that I love her back.
Two cats. One is an Isaiah 29:3 cat, giving "lip service." The other is a Deuteronomy 6:5 cat, who loves with all her heart. These two furballs are a constant reminder to me -- which one of these two represents the kind of child I am to the One Who rescued me?
Transformed, Rapture Ready 32 Comments
[4/30/2006 12:00:00 AM]
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