Mad Max

I either have the most mellow cat in the world or the dumbest cat in the world. Well, Max is not really my cat. I inherited him from my mother-in-law, daughter and grandson. And he stays outside all the time, making himself a comfortable abode under my back porch which keeps him cool in the summer, warm in the winter and dry when the rains and snows come. He doesn’t seem to mind … and neither do my allergies.

We have an arrangement. While the coffee is brewing, I poke out the back door with cat food in hand. Wherever he is, his little paws race to the porch. If I’m late, he’ll be there at the back door waiting.

Max is not a gobbler. He is a nibbler. Generally he’ll nibble until I head out to the gazebo, then take a break to follow me there. He’ll jump up on the wicker chair and just sit there while I eat my breakfast and drink my coffee. When I get up, he jumps down and walks back along the path to the back porch to nibble some more … at his own pace, which is generally a lot slower than mine.

But that’s not the story. The other morning, Max left his food, jumped up on the wicker chair and watched as another cat went up on the back porch for a few kernels of food. I looked at Max and said, “Max! Look at that!” He looked at me and then at the other cat, but just sat there. I shooed the cat away.

That wasn’t the first time I saw Max in inaction. Earlier this summer when I came home, there was Max sitting on the back porch watching — yes, watching — a squirrel eat his food!

But the other morning watching Max do nothing, it struck me he has it right. Even though he is a good mouser, he would rather wait on me for sustenance. He looks for me and seeks me out when I’m late. He follows me around like a — sorry — puppy dog. In a sense, I am his god. He knows I will take care of him … even if I’m not a cat person.

Well, we have a real God who is willing and able to take care of our needs. Yeah, sometimes it seems we’re on this journey alone, but we’re not. We seem to get by one day at a time. Some call it happenstance … I call providential guidance.

Max realizes he has enough — not from his own work — yet he is more than willing to share. Are we?

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: We have to realize every day is a gift from God.


About wisdomfromafather

I'm just an ordinary guy walking along the journey of life.
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1 Response to Mad Max

  1. Deanna says:

    I love this message…hitting home with me today!

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