Hi cats. I just did something that I have never done before—I prayed for a cat that I hate! I never thought I’d do that. However, after defending Mom from every male human who looked at our apartment this morning, I decided to take a break. While I rested, I prayed, Jesus, this is so unfair. Here I am protecting my Mom from a stalker, and being a good cat in general. But, that Sheba is getting away with murder. And, thanks to her, everyone thinks I’m a liar. That’s not fair! Jesus, could you please hit her with a lightning bolt?
I heard nothing but silence. So, I added, OK, Jesus, maybe just a little lightning bolt. You know—just enough to scare her into telling the truth!
After I prayed for Him to do that, three words kept coming into my mind: Pray for her.
At first, I didn’t understand what He meant by that. I mean, I had already prayed twice! I was about to let Him know that when I heard Him whisper these words into my heart, “Pray for something nice to happen to her.”
When He said that, I let out such a loud yowl that people on the street started running away from our block. Then I screamed, “No way! I hate her. I will not pray for something nice to happen to a cat that made me into a liar. That’s unfair!”
He replied, “People did a lot of things to Me that were unfair, and I died for them.”
Well, I really couldn’t argue with Him after He said that. Mom reads to me from the Bible, so I know about what happened to Him. So, I prayed, Jesus, I hate Sheba, but since You asked me, I pray that You bless her. In fact, I pray You bless her by finding her a new home today. And, could You please make it an out-of-state home so that I’ll never have to see her again?
After I prayed, I could have sworn that He laughed. Then, I heard Him say, “At least you tried, Grace. Good girl.”
I was very happy when He said that. And, I felt a perfect peace that I can’t explain for a few minutes. Sadly, that didn’t last long because I heard Sheba yelling at the kittens again. That made me mad. However, I have the funniest feeling that everything will work out—somehow. In the meantime, though, I am going to keep trying to scare both the stalker and Sheba. So, I have to say, “Bye” for now. Type to you later cats!