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What My Darn Cat Teaches Me About God | Mary Biever | One Writing Mother

What My Darn Cat Teaches Me About God


Bandit asks for attention like a dog.

Our cat thinks he’s a dog. He guards the house, sniffs out strangers, fights with my son, and hates to use a litter box. When he wants to go outside, he cries at the door. Sometimes, his adventures get him into bad spots.

In the middle of the night, when he wants to go, he comes to me, howls to wake me up, and I stagger to let him out. A couple of nights ago, when I stumbled groggily to the kitchen door, he hesitated at the door and didn’t want to go out. “Don’t get me up again then,” I grumbled at him. So I closed the door and returned to bed.

The next morning, he wasn’t around to be let out. Then I heard a scratching at the door. He had zoomed through the door as I closed it and gotten trapped between the kitchen door and the storm door. So he spent the rest of the night stuck between the doors, during a rainstorm.

It’s not his first misadventure. Our first clue he was an explorer was when he was a kitten, climbed up shelves, and dove into a tub with my daughter’s china toy dishes. We see his stalking squirrels on roofs and playing peeping Tom by jumping on neighbor’s windowsills to peer into their homes. He’s been locked over night in our garage on accident. Once, he got locked in our neighbor’s garage for an entire day.

Our cat’s a perfect fit for our family because he’s a mess. I don’t live in a perfect Sim City World where our home is always orderly, the parents never quarrel, the kids obey perfectly, and we sit holding hands every night singing Kum Ba Yah together praising God for giving us a perfect world and family.

Give me my imperfect world. I rejoice in our flaws because that’s when we see how wonderful God is; He puts the rainbow in the sky after the storm.

St. Patrick’s breastplate is often edited to be more politically correct. I like the original version:

Christ with me, Christ before me,
Christ behind me, Christ within me,
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ at my right, Christ at my left,
Christ in the fort, [our homes]
Christ in the chariot seat, [our travels]
Christ in the poop, [across the water to other lands]

Christ is in our homes, when we travel, and when we’re on water. He’s with us everywhere – not just the clean perfect places but in the poop.

I see Christ in our cat, who immediately forgets I locked him by accident between two doors overnight, who cried at the door this summer on days my son left for work, and who’s been known to take a bite out of crime when a stranger knocks at our door and he decides the stranger is a potential threat.

I see Christ working through our cat who thinks he’s a dog.

3 Responses to “What My Darn Cat Teaches Me About God”

  1. Pam Ewing August 19, 2011 at 6:26 am #

    I LOVE your perspective on life. Thanks for sharing this.

  2. Wayne McEvilly August 30, 2011 at 7:09 am #

    Your posts are stellar. I found this one most pertinent to my requirements this morning and particularly St. Patrick’s breastplate.
    You are brilliant.
    Know it.
    Own it.
    Love it.
    It shines forth in your words which clothe the very spirit of your thought.
    You are a blessing on my consciousness.

    • maryb August 30, 2011 at 8:57 am #

      Wow, Wayne. You are such an encourager. I’m about to start writing all morning and you just gave me a big boost!

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