For over a year, my wife had been thinking about bringing a new pet into our home, so in the middle of last December we visited our local animal shelter to see what we might find.
My wife fell in love with a three-month-old male kitty that had been found abandoned in our community a couple of weeks previous. We filled out the papers and brought him home.
One problem. The kitty was terrified. He had been so calm in the pound, but once he was free to roam in our house, he acted like there was an enemy in every corner. He searched for hard-to-find hiding places, and wouldn’t let us get near him—ever. It was disheartening, to say the least.
I realized that he was probably bringing his last three months experience in the wild into our home with him. He acted like he had been taught to fear for his life and to not trust anyone, including us.
In my prayers for this little one to find comfort and peace, I mentally stripped the label of a scared cat from his individuality.
I knew that God’s cats are God’s beloved ideas, and they are born of Love, not of fear. I knew that this cat had a primitive spiritual origin in Mind that could never be lost, even temporarily for a few months when fighting to survive in the wilds of mortal mind. I prayed to see this cat in his right Mind, in the divine Mind, where there is only the comfort and peace of divine Love to know and feel. This Mind of God, which was the Mind of this cat, had no memories of a fearful past. It only knew the present love being showered over it.
Snickers, the name of our new cat, responded beautifully to our prayers. Each day there was progress as fear dissolved and trust took over. We didn’t human will his behavior, but let Love inspire him to find trust and faith on his own.
Two weeks later, Snickers was roaming around my office, jumping on my computer desk, walking across my printers, prancing on my keyboard, slinking through my bookshelves, and all kinds of other things that happy playful cats do. I was filled with joy when he jumped onto my desk and sat smack in front of me on my papers, and stared me in the face with a look of, “I trust you, and I’m here to be loved.”