Monday, 20 August 2007

The Honeymoon is over...

On the last day of our honeymoon, my cousin Quinton gave Robin and I two kittens. We named mine Honey, and his Moon. Honey ran away when his hormones kicked in… and Moon stuck around and became the much-loved (and pampered) honeybunny in our home. As only a beautiful, adoring kitty deserves to be. We thought we’d have our work cut out for us when we decided to move to the bush… but instead she surprised us by taking to the farm like a duck to water. Or a cat to the bush, as it were. She spent the first week hiding under our duvet, but soon the sounds of chickens clucking got the better of her and she ventured out from the embrace of the bedcovers to spend her days perched on our bathroom window watching the passers-by and their flea-infested animals. And then, to our dismay, Moonie disappeared. I last saw her on Wednesday morning a week ago, when she was rubbing up against my legs while I was dressing. And transferring lots of cream hairs to my black trousers. That was one of her favourite tricks. That, and waking me up at three o’ clock in the morning to tell me that she was about to enjoy breakfast. And sneaking up on me while I was having worship, to distract me with her happy paws kneading my lap and drooling big puddles of happy sloppy wetness onto me. I don’t know where she is, or when (or if) she will come back home. I’m not holding out any hope. But I’ve not given up praying for her either. Maybe she followed the scent of a zebra into the bush and couldn’t find her way back home. Maybe she’s enjoying chasing mice in the fields. Maybe she’s been injured. Maybe she’s dead. But I can’t spend my days worrying about her, or mourning that she’s no longer here. And where would I even begin looking for her, here in the bush? I am resting in the knowledge that the God I worship cares for her too. And who better to look after her than Him? Her Creator. So, I won’t worry about her. If I’m lucky (and very blessed!) she will find her way home. If not, I trust that God won’t allow her to suffer. It’s a merciful and graceful God that I worship. And I can’t wait to see Him (and my kitty again) face to face.


8 comments:

Hanlie said...

Hi Char, I'm so sorry to hear about your kitty. I know they become like children. Hanlie

Aurette said...

Thanks for a great weekend we had together. I miss you already. I wish that we were not so far from each other, Ethan really did not want to come home. Cannot wait for our next trip. Love you lots!

Kelly said...

so sad to hear of the kitty. I had been wondering about her. (isn't that weird?) I am such a cat person. I hope she comes back and tells you all about her travels! :)

Spanglish said...

I don't know much about cats -- I've only had one because I'm allergic. That one was a white stray with a healed head injury. He appeared to us one foggy Spring morning, stayed for the summer, and disappeared just as suddenly in the autumn.

I hope your honeybunny is just out exploring and comes home to you soon.

Alison Shiloh Wear said...

oh no! I hope your kitty comes home safe.

CC said...

Hi Char, Quinton and I do hope moon comes back soon. I know she has been your baby.LoVe from us to you. We will be holding thumbs for moon.

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Tanith said...

Keep up the good work.