The Gray Cat With Blue Eyes

Wednesday nights, all of us place the trash and recycle bins on the curb. As I was rolling the trash can to the curb, I heard a “meow” from the garage. I went back for the recycle bin, and I saw the gray cat standing next to the car. I tried to call him out of the garage, but he kept walking towards the back door.

I crept down in the driveway and called to him again mainly because I didn’t want him to stay in the garage! He kept meowing and looking at the back door.  We’ve never been “cat people”; we have always rescued little dogs. I’m not really sure how to act around cats.  As I squatted in the driveway, I called to him.  He finally came over and gave me “cat kisses” on my hand and legs; he kept rubbing his neck and body against my legs. He put his head in my hand and wanted me to pet him and rub his head and back.

I started crying and talked to the cat through tears, and said “why are you here of all nights? I’ve been asking John to speak to me all day, and now it’s dark.” I have no idea how to take care of cats. I kept crying, petting him and letting him “kiss” my hand. Then I asked, “by chance, is your name John? Are you trying to tell me something?”

He kept returning to the garage and sitting in front of the door, and then he laid down in front of the car. At this point, I had to find a way to get him out so I could close the garage. I took the garage door opener out of the car and coaxed the cat outside again.  I started walking down the sidewalk. The cat followed me, and I closed the garage. He walked with me touching my leg as we walked.

I decided to try Mac and Bambi, hoping they would chase the cat away. I put Mac’s leash on, and he went crazy as soon as he saw the cat.  Mission accomplished — the cat ran away.  Mac and I went for a walk down the sidewalk about a block and then returned home. We went through the front door, and I tried to collect myself.

Now, Bambi was ready to go out, so I let her out the back door. As soon as I opened the back door, I heard the meowing. The cat had returned and was sitting on one of the patio chairs by the grill. About this time, my sister, Beth, called me. I told her about the strange encounter. Because she has had cats, I asked her what should I do?

I described the cat to Beth. He is mostly gray with white “boots” on each foot. He has white patches over his nose and white-striped “eye brows” that look painted on – three vertical stripes over the top of each eye. Across the bottom eyelids, it looked like white eyeshadow was painted across. Once Beth saw his picture, she said “I’ve never seen a cat with those kinds of markings.”

Beth said, “he might be hungry, but cats won’t eat dog food. Do you have any canned chicken?” I didn’t, but I decided to try Bambi’s nuggets. The cat ate every nugget in the bowl.

While Beth and I kept talking, I sat down on our glider. The cat crawled up on my lap and wanted me to pet him. She said, “cats don’t come up to people, especially ones they don’t know.” And then she asked, “what color are his eyes?” I know why she asked . . . John has blue eyes.

After a few minutes, the cat wanted to go back outside, so I let him out. And then Beth said the most beautiful thing to me.  Maybe the cat is a God-Wink and “maybe he knew you needed comfort and sought you out.”  She told me that cats don’t “kiss” people, but this one “kissed” me. She said cats rub against you because they want to be touched and loved, or maybe he knew I needed to touched and loved at that moment.

I haven’t seen the cat since he left the patio last night.  I believe Beth is right . . . the cat was a God-Wink sent to me last night.  I needed to know that my angel, John, is watching over me, he loves me, he misses me . . . as much as I love him and miss him.  Last night, I was blessed with a beautiful gray cat with blue eyes.

Coincidence . . . Luck . . . Miracle?

Miracles, in the sense of phenomena we cannot explain, surround us on every hand: life itself is the miracle of miracles.
George Bernard Shaw

angel in disguise

Joe has been my parents’ neighbor across the street for over 15 years.  I know he is an Alabama fan because he flies the flag on his front porch during football season.  He had two big black dogs, Rottweiler-mixes, that loved to come to the yard when we visited to check out our dogs.  On this visit, I saw Joe walking a white dog that I had never seen before.

My dad had gone down the driveway to get the mail and happened to see Joe getting his mail, too.  Joe came across the street with his new white dog.  When daddy came back to the house, he told me an amazing story.

The two black dogs had grown old over the past year, and crossed “The Rainbow Bridge” a while back.  Joe’s wife had been battling cancer for over a year, and finally succumbed about 2 weeks before our visit.  Other than his dogs and his wife, Joe lived alone.

On the day of his wife’s funeral, Joe was sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch alone.  A white dog walked up through the yard and onto the porch.  She sat down next to Joe’s rocking chair.  Joe checked for a collar and other signs of her owner and found nothing.  Joe picked her up and put her in his pick-up truck and drove down to the vet.

He asked the vet to scan the dog for a micro-chip and give her a general health-check.  There was no micro-chip and no signs of fleas or visible health-issues.  Joe left a note in the vet’s waiting room for “Lost Dog” with the description of the white dog and where she was found.  They drove back home to Joe’s house.

Two weeks went by and no phone call from anyone looking for a white dog.  By this time, Joe had grown quite fond of his new friend who never left his side.  He told my father, “I was so lonely when my wife died and praying for a sign that she was ok.  That’s when “Angel” walked up on the porch.  I named her Angel because I believe that she was sent from heaven on the day my wife went to heaven.”

Coincidence . . .  luck . . . miracle?  What would you call it?

  • Sometimes God speaks to us in subtle, delicate ways. 
  • Some people would call this coincidence. 
  • Some people would say Joe was just lucky.
  • For me, I “Bea-lieve” that this was one of those “phenomena we cannot explain” . . . a miracle to answer a prayer. 

 “Bea Positive” that your earnest, faith-filled prayers will be answered in the most perfect way, in just the right time.

 

Have a Bright Sun-Shiny Day!

Here is the rainbow I’ve been prayin’ for
It’s gonna be a bright, bright Sun-Shiny day.”  ~Johnny Nash

Always keep hopefulness and cheerfulness in your hearts and expect the best – no matter how many obstacles are in your way!  Remember to “Bea-lieve” and “Bea Positive”!

Hi, everyone, I am Bambi, a yorkie terrier rescue.  For the first 6 or 8 years of my life I was in a puppy mill.  My home was a crate; no one petted me or spoke to me.  My sole purpose in life was to birth puppies to make money for the “mean people” who held me hostage.  As soon as my puppies were old enough to sell, they were snatched away from me.  I only hope they ended up in a better place than me.

One day out of the blue, a swarm of uniformed officers found us.  There were 12 of us “mill-mates”, and we were placed in a big van.  We didn’t realize it at the time, but we were being rescued!!  The “nice people” at the veterinary clinic gave me a bath, petted me and spoke to me.  I was one of the fortunate ones and was considered “adoptable” after I had surgery.

A few days after my surgery, my foster-mom, Jean, picked me up.  When I got to my foster home, I had a new, soft, warm bed and toys!  I had never had toys before, but it didn’t take me long to learn how to play.  Foster-mom Jean loved me and nursed me back to health.  She was the first person to really love me and take care of me.

After about four months, my forever-home parents found me on the Internet.  They loved me as soon as they met me and decided to adopt me.  Foster-mom Jean cried and cried the day I left, but we promised to stay in touch.  Thank goodness for facebook!  I finally had a forever-home with a yard, my own bowls and, of course, my bed and toys!

It has been almost three years now with in my forever home.  I have a yard, my own bowls, and of course, my own bed and toys!  I get to walk everyday (unless it’s raining), play with Mac and Mattie Ice (my other rescue-buddies).  One of my favorite places is laying in the sunshine; I’m trying to make up for the time I missed in my younger years!  Although the first years of my life weren’t rough, I know that I will be a spoiled brat for the rest of my days!

The song “I Can See Clearly Now” is one of my mom’s favorite songs and is a perfect way to close my story.  Have a “Sun-Shiny Day” and a great weekend!

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HagzTRmUBIE

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