I am learning something about myself, about my Lord Jesus, my God, my Spirit and my connection with Him; and it all pertains to Moses, my cat. I prayed yesterday and this is what I realized. She disappeared a few months ago and I haven’t given up looking for her though others made up their minds she was either dead or just gone. I prayed to St Francis,to ANY Angel who would hear, to Raphael,for crying out loud!, for her return. Spending sleepless nights, callings, searching night and day. I have over a hundred animals collectively and when 1 isn’t there I won’t rest until I find it. I understand in my tiny human way how the Lord feels when one of His Lambs disappears from Him. You don’t even have to head count, you just know when one is missing and which one it is. He waits and searches them out. I call, I wait silently, I put out food, I watch; as my Father, he whispers, he watches , he waits. I know where she is. After months of hiding she has been seen. My Father, never lost sight of me. I see her and she see me we stand there looking at each other, I’m so close but too far to touch her, she hesitates and then turns to hide once more in the safety of the darkness of the woods. I stand there heart sick and tearful that she didn’t come but know she saw me and knows I’m there still. I understand my Fathers hurt with this one cat, who I love as all my others, no more no less just differently and at times more intently. Like my Father, who loves all of His his children- some need more attention than others , some more patience – but all are loved equally but differently. I understand on such a tiny scale my Fathers hurt when one of his runs and hides. I see his patience; waiting for us to just return to Him. I feel his heart break, as mine is that she isn’t safe at home in my arms, just like when we aren’t safe in His. On such a small small scale, I have learned that a soft gentle presence is the assurance we all need in our heart. I can’t even fathom my one lost cat trying to find her way back to the familiar love and comfort of home, compared to a world full of lost lambs searching in the dark for that small light to guide them Home. So I pray, in His time and my learning, that his Will be done- that she will return home to the Love she knows is here. Like my Father, I will never give up. But I will let go, because, in all Faith, I can.
She knows I am but a whisper away, and so is my Father. Thank you, my Spirit, for putting this thought and prayer on my heart as a salve to mend the tear.
Margaret A Trotman
Well- we caught a cute little possum – who thoroughly enjoyed it’s smelly Pâté meal– I did however find a licked clean cat food can on 4x4plyboard that’s laying a good +20′ from the traps- this definitely would have drawn Moses away from them… I’m trying to get more creative with placement and scent trails as I can’t put them near or at where I’m actually seeing her on private property. Last night was a closer encounter than most – she actually sensed us and came forward even though she freaked in the end- but she caught a scent and sight of both of us- there was recognition.
The time table is a crunch with rain setting in and a tropical storm coming- she will not come out in bad weather or may completely lose her scent home – I’m reminded of when Hobbes got out for a good while- I set the trap and caught and released every one of my other cats and a few possums before he got hungry and took the bait- that’s the key – my biggest challenge is Moses has an endless supply of food– even placed near the trap so there’s no reason for her to get IN the trap- she isn’t hungry- it’s a delicate situation. But I’m not losing faith or hope.
**Moses come home**
(Foto: Moses Feb11,2016 heater hogging)