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The Story of the Flea-ridden Cat and The Girl Who Saved Her

A friend of mine just recently took in a sickly cat. It was honestly the last thing she needed to be doing. She’s about to move out of state in a couple of weeks. Money is well, tight to say the least. But she put that cat’s needs above her own.

This friend of mine is about to face a major stressful event in her life, but she didn’t consider that. She took that gray, skinny, flea-ridden cat into her home. Then set about to find it a home. When the first home didn’t work out and the shelter refused to take the cat she could have given up and put it back where it’d been found, but she didn’t. She couldn’t.

Despite the fact that she had enough going on with a major move and a tight budget, she continued to try to get the cat vetted and into a good home. My friend is one brave woman. Allow me to give you a little background. This is a major move. She doesn’t have a job lined up, yet. She just knows that this is what she needs to do. She is trusting God to take care of her needs. But even with this leap of faith she still struggles with doubt and fear in regards to this move. Wouldn’t we all?

So when I say dealing with this cat is the last thing she needed to be doing…I mean it. To continue the story, she finally spoke with a wonderful organization, Cat’s Cradle, and they agreed to help pay for the cat’s first vet visit. I went with her to take the cat to the vet. We had no idea what to expect. We were afraid that she may have been pregnant or, worse, had some horrible deadly cat disease and have to be put down. My friend was prepared to do that if it came to it even though it brought tears to her eyes just thinking about it. Did I mention that my friend has a heart of platinum …especially for helpless animals? Anyway, we waited for the test results to come back and the vet walked in and announced that, not only, was the cat healthy, but she’d found her a home. The other vet in the office agreed to take her in! (Side note, the cat was pregnant. My friend had that part right.)

We were completely overjoyed. After leaving the vet’s office, we thanked God. I had been praying all day for this cat, not because I had any deep feelings for the cat (although she was cute), but because I knew how much it meant to my friend to help this cat. And God came through. As He always does.

I told my friend with the heart of platinum that I truly admired her. I don’t know that I would have done the same if I were in her flip flops (the girl wears flip flops even in the dead of winter).

Later, I was thinking about why God chose to save that particular cat? I mean there are thousands of homeless cats. Why this one? Then it occurred to me. God wanted to show my friend that if he cares and provides for a flea-ridden cat then surely he will provide for her. She doesn’t have to worry about her big move. God loves her even more than she loves cats.

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?” Matthew 6:25-26 (NIV)