It had been a blistery cold day in Detroit, Michigan. The year was 1977. Its was mid January and my 11 year old daughter was playing with the family Siamese cat. The cats name was Susie. A beautiful brown and seal point mix. With the prettiest blue eyes I had ever seen.
Susie had been a member of our family for four years.
No one had ever seen any unusual behavior from this adorable cat.
Susie would always meow when the girls took baths.
She didn't seem to like the idea of anyone being in water.
She would pace back and forth until they got out of the water, then she would start licking them as if trying to dry them off.
On this particular day no one fore saw the event that was about to take place.
It was a normal evening, we had finished dinner and were settling down to watch a bit of television, after the girls took their baths and got into their PJ’s.
My 11 year old had finished her bath first, and was laying on the floor in front of the TV watching me feed her infant brother who was born on Christmas Day 1976. He was about three weeks old.
My eight year old had finished up her bath and was joining us in the living room to watch our favorite program that we always watched on Sunday evenings.
I was holding her little brother feeding him, when Susie leaped from the sofa and pounced on my 11 year old.
I could not believe what I was seeing.
Our little domestic house cat was attacking my daughter with the furiosusness of a wild lion.
Squealing and shirking, biting and clawing her.
All I could do is scream and tell her to cover her face and keep the cat away from her neck, which I could plainly see the cat was trying to go for her throat.
My husband heard all the screaming and came running into the room.
He was astonished at what he was witnessing.
He grabbed the cat and tossed her into the bedroom and shut the door.
There in my living room I witnessed our family pet cat turn into a wild animal,
and try to kill the child she had always seem to protect.
Here is my little girl crying and bleeding profusely from her gaping wounds.
Wounds inflected by an ordinary little house cat.
This family pet had turned against her family.
We rushed my daughter to the emergency room where they put over 100 stitches just in her head alone, they removed seven claws from her head.
The Doctors and nurses could not believe a domestic house cat could inflect the kind of wounds that my daughter received.
The police took our beloved little Susie to the animal shelter and had her put up for ten days to rule out that the cat may have been rabid.
Susie never acted the same after that, she laid coward in the corner of the cage.
She showed no signs of rabies.
The veterinarian determined the best thing to do was to put Susie to sleep.
It was a sad day.
They never did determine what could have led our little Susie to react like she did.
I was fearful of cats for a long time.
My daughter we thought would be afraid of cats the rest of her life.
She recovered completely. She has owned several cats since she grew up.
I now own two cats and a dog.
Pets are a comfort to us. God created them, and gave us dominion over all animals.
Just like with humans, we don't know why a seemingly normal kid will take a gun to school and kill their fellow classmate.
One thing I do know, I know God is in control of everything.
Keep your "Trust" in Him.