Cats and Dogs

Dog and cats have taught me lessons about faith.

A dog loves unconditionally. A dog will accept discipline and hold no resentment. A dog follows its master and likes to be right at his or her feet.  Our dog, Shabah, was always where we were – sometimes underfoot.  When we went upstairs to bed, he planted himself right in the doorway.  In the morning, he sat on my feet or Rick’s while we did our devotions together.  He was easily trained because he wanted to please us.  If he needed something, he let us know.  “I have to go out.”  “Please..please…please throw the tennis ball.”  “Give me a scratch.”  We could see it in his manner and his “puppy dog look” – and we responded.

I had numerous cats when I was a child, and cats are lovely, but independent.  They don’t need to be with the “master” at all times.  In fact, a cat seems to think it is the master of its own realm, especially if it has a self-dispensing food and water source – or lives outside and is a mouser.  “Here, Kitty-Kitty” doesn’t always bring them running. Sometimes a cat will look at you with that “what do you want” expression.  Sometimes they’ll find a nice quiet place and hide and ignore you.  They like to be petted and stroked -- on their own terms.  They come when they’re called – for food, milk.  If there isn’t something in it for them, they’ll come when they please. 

Don’t get me wrong.  I love both dogs and cats. 

But in faith – I want to be like a dog.  I want to be at my Master’s feet.  When I hear God’s still quiet voice, I want to come running, grinning from ear to ear, eager to do whatever He asks.  I don’t want to be like a cat – thinking I can call the shots and do my own thing.