new kid in town

Yesterday was a very interesting day. In the morning I dreamed that a cat had jumped up on my bed and snuggled against my legs. It was so real that in my dream I got up to see how he had gotten into my apartment, and I found a window open in the living room. My friend, Jennifer, walked in about that time and told me that she had left the window open. Jennifer loves cats. The dream then morphed into a bizarre scene that I won't go into at this time.

Later on that day, I was walking through the park next to my apartment and this really cute little kitten came running up to me. This is strange because 1) the stray cats around here run away from people, 2) they're usually pretty mangy and scraggly looking and 3) he had on a collar. I started trying to find the owner, but there was no one in the park except three business men walking along. The cat wouldn't leave my legs and ended up following me home. I fed him of course, and thought maybe he could hang around a bit.

I started to do some work at my computer and he jumped up on the desk, which I can't stand, so I decided to put him out. I started feeling a bit guilty and then I prayed that if God wanted me to help this little guy out, that he would show up at my office window. A few minutes later he showed up at the window. So I let him back in.

That evening I left him in the apartment and went to watch the boys for a little while. When I got back he was curled up in the little bed I had made for him. I went back to my desk to work a little more and he jumped up again and laid down between me and the computer. That would have been fine except for the fact that he kept getting in my face and going for my hands to get me to pet him. I couldn't take it. He went out again.

This morning I opened the shutters on the living room window and a few minutes later, there he was. I let him in and he curled up next to me as I had my quiet time on the couch. It wasn't long before he was in my lap and I finally gave in. He's so sweet and I can tell he just feels a little scared and lost—kinda like I do most of the time. I held him snuggled up to my chest for quite a while and he just calmed right down and dozed off. I just kept thinking that when I'm scared and lonely, that's the place I need to be—snuggled up to the heart of God.

He's been with me most of the day, except for a few short stints outside (I pray he answers nature's call out there until I can find a litter box!). I left him again for a while tonight and came back to him snuggled on the couch. We've kinda worked out the desk issue—he can stay there as long as he just sleeps and doesn't interfere with work. After all, it looks like I'll be needing to buy some cat food....



I've decided that he'll definitely speak English, because the Hebrew word for cat is a little hard for me to pronounce. But I'd like to give him a Hebrew name and I'm considering "Tovi" which means "good." I'm hoping that it will be prophetic and that he will be a good kitty as long as we're hanging out together.