LAST WEEK seems to be a muddy haze of anxiety.
Our beloved Mr. Polar Monkey was off his food on Monday.
By Tuesday he was obviously unwell, which necessitated a trip to the vet.
Yes, he was unwell, in fact the vet described his very sore throat as ‘green.’
Ewww, I don’t want to even envisage what that meant, but I guess he was saying, “Yes your cat is really ill.”
Poor cat was admitted to hospital overnight on an IV drip and antibiotics.
We picked him up on Wednesday afternoon, bringing him home complete with oral antibiotics and painkillers.
For those of you who have ever tried to forcibly give a cat anything in their mouths, spare a thought for my hands.
He is much better now, and back to his normal craziness, even doing the zoomies – not bad for a 12 ½ year old; which in human years equals 66. Now, I don’t think I could do zoomies!
This cat, and yes he is ‘just a cat’ has been both a trial and a blessing throughout his life.
When our previous cat “Chockey” died at a very good age of 19, he left a massive hole in our hearts, Stan's especially.
Enter Polar kitten.
Why the name Polar? When we got this kitten who was supposed be a ‘blue’ (grey) Burmese, his coat was definitely not grey, but more resembled that of a dirty polar-bear cub. Thus, he was name Polar.
Over the next few months as his personality started to show, I added the moniker – "MONKEY".
Oh he is such a monkey of a cat!
But with all the trials he has dragged us through: –
Being stolen at 8 months old which changed his personality.
Nearly going feral!
Going missing for 8 days, before being found after crossing the motorway, and a major arterial route, miraculously without being hit by a car.
But as we prayed for his safe return, I saw something.
My faith was running low. I had great difficulty believing that after a week, that he would be found.
At 4am I couldn’t sleep, so got up.
The Lord convicted me, that I, who had stood strong during some very dark times, ran out of oomph over His ability to deliver a cat. I knelt before him and asked Him to forgive my unbelief.
Then something happened which defies any sense at all.
I saw Father God and He had Polar on His knee.
My first reaction was, “OH, he’s dead.”
But as I watched, the Lord picked Polar up and put him on the ground and said “Off you go.”
I KNEW he was coming home then. That the Lord had protected him and he was coming back. I could go back to bed and sleep well.
Even better things awaited us.
When Stan woke in the morning, I was still fast asleep.
He sat with the Lord and straight into his heart came a verse “sorrow comes in the night, but joy comes in the morning.” Psalm 30:5
And he just KNEW, our little cat was coming home – that day.
I got up. He told me what had happened, and I said “I know. He’s coming home today.”
Then my cell phone rang. It was a local vet. They had scanned the cat which had been handed in and found my phone number in his microchip.
Yes, Polar was home in the morning.
BUT, the amazing thing about this whole adventure is this.
Polar had been nearly unmanageable prior to this. Refer back to my comment on his being nearly feral. We couldn’t do anything with him. Nothing. We could not keep him inside, on a leash or home.
From that time when he sat on Gods knee, he was a changed cat. Completely changed. His personality was back to before he had been stolen as a kitten.
He has never gone astray again. He has never gone missing again. He is an adorable, very lovable cat.
He is a memorial to the goodness of God in our lives, that Almighty God would care about us so much, that He would bring our cat back to us, that he would deliver the cat from the trauma that had obviously been part of his 6 years of life up until that time.
What a mighty, mighty Father He is.
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