It’s not even 8 am and I’m sitting down to rest. I slept well, but the necessary shower kicked my behind. I’m here in my chair with a cup of coffee and my ever-present sidekick. Dwayne the cat knows when I’m feeling down or tired and hangs out in my lap, often holding my hand with his little kitty paw.
Dwayne was originally named Chevy, because I found him as a tiny kitten, under the hood of my Chevy pickup. My son, who shall remain nameless, decided Chevy looked more like a Dwayne and started calling him that, despite my protests. I eventually gave up and the cat has been Dwayne ever since. The boy is currently working to change the name of his sister’s cat. I’m fighting harder this time. She doesn’t want a cat named Vern.
Anyway, Dwayne has his eye on me and there isn’t much time that I sit in my chair alone. It’s out of character for him. If he were naturally an attentive and affectionate cat, I’d take less notice of his behavior.
When we found out I had cancer and would spend most of my winter in a chair, I told Larry I wanted a puppy to keep me company. We have Finn, but at 180 lb, he’s not my first choice for a lap dog. We also have Paisley, who may be one of the best dogs we have ever owned. Paisley is hopelessly devoted to Linnea and while she will sit with me on occasion, I can tell she is only humoring me and she doesn’t stay long.
My dear husband’s response to my puppy request was less than enthusiastic. He didn’t say no, but he also didn’t run out and puppy shop. I think he hoped I would get over the idea and figured if I showed up with a puppy he’d just deal. He’s been so patient with the menagerie we’ve had over the years. The man allegedly doesn’t care for pets in the house, but will play with and give treats to all of them. I’m pretty sure he hasn’t held Harry, the hamster, but that’s about the only one that doesn’t get his attention at some time or another.
Even as I said I wanted a puppy, I knew it would be a bad idea. With so much going on and up in the air, a puppy was really about the last thing we needed. I also know if I pushed it, Larry wouldn’t tell me no, and that’s a card I didn’t want to play. He has been so good to me and I knew it would bless him if I let the matter drop.
Enter Dwayne. This kitty has filled the gap for me. He hangs out and is a comfort. He knows if my day is particularly rough or if I’m feeling worse than usual and his behavior reflects that. Many times, he comes out of nowhere when I sit down and takes his place in my lap.
Why am I writing a whole post about my cat? Because he is proof that my God cares for me. God knew my need for this comfort, and filled it in a way that I didn’t expect–in a way that wouldn’t strain relationships or add to the work load. This kitty is a blessing to me, and a tangible sign that my Lord sees me and knows my heart.
Today, I head for round two of chemo. I feel good and I expect a good day. I will enjoy the company of my sweet aunt, and will get out of the house. This may be my last day out with my own hair; it’s getting dry and I’m shedding more. When I get home, I’ll be wiped out, and I know that Dwayne will find me. He won’t say a word, but his company will be exactly what I need.
And my God will meet all [my] needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:19