We are glad that our son has such love for animals.
Compassion and love for animals is pleasing to God.
We'd just like for him to show more responsibility in taking care of them and finding homes for them when he is too busy or too tired of taking care of them.
One day he stopped by our home with a Tailless Manx cat.
She was very pretty, but I said, “No! Absolutely not. No more pets.”
He begged and pleaded, asking us to keep her just for the weekend, and he would pick her up Monday afternoon after his classes were over.
So we agreed as we always do, and took the cat in. We named her Max.
Later on that evening he stopped by again.
I had just finished constructing a gate to keep the cat from going into the other part of the house.
I was very proud of my new gate.
My son looked at me in a strange way.
I wondered why he was looking at me like that.
He said, “Mom, she’s a cat.”
“I know she’s a cat!”
He looked at me strangely again. I followed his eyes and looked behind me. The cat was sitting on top of the gate.
Of course he did not pick the cat up as promised. He never does.
We put her on the enclosed back porch.
She cried for days but finally got used to it.
One afternoon my daughter went into the attic to get some holiday decorations. She let out a scream, and ran down the ladder.
She informed us that she had seen a mouse.
A mouse? Suppose it tries to get into the house?
I thought about the cat on the back porch. Hmnn…
“Here Kitty Kitty!”
The cat looked at me suspiciously, “Why is she being so nice all of a sudden?”
Around 3 am the next morning we heard a commotion and went to the Den.
The cat was playing kick Soccer with the mouse.
She’d toss it into the air and bat it across the room, then run and chase it down and toss it in the air again.
We finally put the mouse out of its misery.
A day or so later, early one morning, I heard a strange rustling.
Not another mouse!
I followed the sound of the rustling to my daughter’s room. Another pet cage! Inside was a big rabbit chewing on a lettuce leaf. The name "Fluffy" was scribbled on an index card and scotched taped to the top of the cage.
I shook my daughter awake. “Whose animal is this?”
She told me her brother had brought the rabbit over around midnight when he knew I would be asleep.
She'd promised to baby-sit the rabbit for him and he would pick it up Monday afternoon when his classes were over.
I had a yelling fit that woke up everybody in the house.
My daughter said quietly, “Mom if you are mad about the rabbit, don’t look on the back porch!”
I rushed to the back porch and saw another new pet my son had sneaked over that same night. Printed boldly on the side of his cage was the name "Larry."
Larry the Puppy was huddled in a corner. He was looking nervously up toward the ceiling. Maxie the Manx Cat was perched on top of my Boston Fern in a hanging basket, eyeing him closely.
The cat was studying the puppy like, “I wonder if I could teach this thing to play soccer with me?”