Joyful Transformation

On her 17th birthday my daughter and her daddy went to the animal shelter to adopt a kitten for her. She named him Bert- because she got him on her Bert-day…the day she was Bert.(family joke). This has been her baby for the last 5 ½ years. But to get ready for the babies to come home she knew he had to go outside. Now this cat has never lived outside and is a little…spoiled. Well like every intelligent feline when set loose he immediately goes out to the dog pen and is chased up a tree by the dogs. Nothing will convince this stupid cat, I meant sweet animal to come down. Diana called me yesterday asking who she should call…..it upset her that Mom did not know the answer. I think it upset her more that Mom was not real concerned. “If he gets hungry enough he will come down”…..not the right thing to say to a hormonal mother who is already feeling guilty for giving her “baby” the boot.

Anyway, at 8:30 last night when they got home from the hospital she called to talk to her Daddy about this. He offered her much the same advice that I did, but unlike me he fretted and stewed because she was upset. He loaded our extension ladder and headed to her house (25 minutes away) and rescued the cat. His little girl was very grateful that once again her Daddy had saved the day.

How many times do we fret, worry and look for answers in all the wrong places before we turn it over to our Father….who truly wants to help us?