I, Clive, love both of my parents the same. When they are home and writing, I sit where I can see both of them. Dad sits at the dining room table, and Mom on the living room couch. Luckily we have a fairly small apartment. I lay on the floor right in between them. Or I go to both of them for attention—and, when I think it’s time to eat—for food.
But do you know what my favorite time is? It’s when they snuggle together. Tonight when Daddy came home, he laid down next to Mommy in the bed for about 20 minutes before they went to a Bible study. I got up right in between them, and I purred my loudest, roaring purr. I snorted, hummed and sighed with wondrous delight. Then they had to get up and go, though.
Now they are both back home, writing. Mom is sharing my thoughts with you—here—and my dad is sharing his story about when he knew he wanted my Mommy to be his Honey. I wish these words would flow faster because I can’t be fed until they go to bed—and they can’t go to bed until they finish these blogs.
So here I lay—right back in the middle of the floor. I keep doing my best roll over and play cute and playful sigh to get one of them to notice me. When they keep looking at those silver half boxes with black keys, I go to Daddy and howl a few times, and roll over at his feet and show my stomach off. Then, I go plead my case to Mom.
After neither notice me, I put on a scowl of disappointment, realizing that more food is not going to be available for me to chomp on in the near future.
But, I can’t give up! I try again. I jump up into Mom’s lap. I give her a few kneads on her blanket, a few licks on her arms, and then I give her a slight nibble—just so she knows I am still waiting. She still doesn’t respond, but I know I can’t hurt her or I will get in trouble. So,I start kneading again. That loving action enables me to distract myself from my food quest—and I am able to do what I do best—love my humans as I am just being with them and waiting patiently for them.
Sometimes I get impatient with God the way that Clive gets impatient with me. I really want what I want—and I want it now. But I know, in my heart of hearts, that God knows what is best for me when. After a sufficient, cat-like tantrum, I relax and lay and wait for God, and remember His instructions to His children:
“Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. 1Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity” (Colossians 3:12–14).