The Cat Fight (Nov 30th, 2010)

If you are willing and obedient, you will eat the best from the land; but if you resist and rebel, you will be devoured by the sword. – Isaiah 1:19-20

I had a huge fight with my cat Snoggle and we “broke up” on facebook. Here is how it happened…

Snoggle has to take hairball treatments twice a week, or her long furs would clog up in her throat and it would be a huge torture when she needs to throw up and get the hairball out. The treatment has a salmon flavor, so most “dumb” cats would not even know it is a medicine, and it melts the hairball in their stomachs so they will not need to throw up again. Yet Snoggle thinks she is smarter than an average cat. She can tell it is a medicine and she refused to take it. I then blended it into a can of her favorite wet food that has real salmon in it. She took a few bites and then again figured out that it is the “drugged version”. So she again refused to eat that. Then I decided to take away all her other foods until she finishes her “drugged food”, and sure enough, she ran out on me and would not come back when I called her - she was going to catch herself some yucky mouse or squirrel for food! Later it rained pretty bad and she got all cold, wet, and dirty by the time she finally came home at night, when there was about a ten minute break of the rain. Since she is wet and dirty, we had to rub her with a towel, and we were even seriously thinking about giving her a bath (which she hates more than anything else). Of course she was not allowed into my bedroom – her usual place to sleep. To make it worse, I had to force the hairball treatment into her mouth. She struggled and got very mad. 

For a few days she was mad at all of us for not being on her side in this matter. But when I look at her, everything I did was necessary and for her good! She thought she was smart to fight for her own ways, but eventually it just got her into bigger mess. Had she taken the wet food with hairball treatment, all the rest would not have happened.

Wait a minute, isn't this story turning more and more into a story between us and God? Sometimes He sees what is necessary and good for us, but we thought we were smart enough to have our own ideas. When He tried to give us what is necessary in a nice way (combined with treats), we “outsmart” Him and reject His act of kindness. Eventually He had no other choice but to force it on us, then we hate Him and try to run away from Him, only to get ourselves in bigger mess, way bigger than necessary; to get hurt and everything, then eventually come back to Him because that is where we belong. Don't you wish we are just like those dumb cats who would eat whatever their owners put in their plates?