I should have taken a picture of my cat’s latest caper. To you my readers it would be positive proof what a stinker he is. I guess I was too “steamed” at the time to think to take one. Since a picture is worth 1000 words, the crust edges left in this picture gives you a visual hint that he has an appetite for people food; he would gladly have gnawed on this pizza crust if he had been given the opportunity, for he loves bread. This meal he missed. Read on to find the dessert he didn’t . . .
You could call him a villain, but his name is Pippy. He sleeps all day and goes on the prowl at night. Anything with an attractive aroma is fair game. My son calls him Satan. I wouldn’t go that far, but he is full of mischief.
If I had a video camera, his nightly exploits would be entertaining. At people meals this cat will stare you down with every bite you take. He’s brazen enough to take swipes with his paw at morsels of food heading for his “tenant’s” mouth. If he gets lucky, he’ll get an unexpected morsel, and the score tips in his favor.
Recently I got reminded, yet again, that I may be off my game, but Pippy is never off his. If I get an “F” in food storage, all the better for my “shenanigans” cat. He will chew through paper bags, plastic wrap, or tin foil to reach something that smells delightful. His nose works overtime to hunt for something sweet or salty. My mistake at night means cleaning up his mess in the morning.
One night I forgot to put white chocolate away. Pippy honed in on the aroma of chocolate, which he had never tasted until this caper. Fortunately for him, its consumption did not appear to have an ill effect.
A few nights later, I failed to put marshmallows away behind closed doors, and “Sherlock” was on the case. I had triple bagged the marshmallows, assuming they’d be safe, but Pippy tore through all the layers of wrapping and helped himself. Chocolate + marshmallow + hmm . . . one more item . . . ahh, graham crackers! Pippy just missed making s’mores! Sigh. Will I ever learn?
When I pause to think back to the time when our hijinks cat found us, he was a bitsy “pipsqueak”. Skinny and determined are two adjectives that best described this little kitten, who had picked us to provide home and comfort. How could we have known that just a few short weeks later, our firstborn would take his life? Wracked by grief, we were inconsolable. The only creature who could get through to us was little Pipsqueak. He was frail, but also feisty. There were so many times in those first months after losing our son that he made us laugh in spite of our hearts’ resistance. I dubbed him our “God kitty,” for who else could have foreseen our need for laughter breaks in our grief?
~ Pippy wanted to live, and in some small way, known only to our Creator, he was willing us to live too. ~
Pippy is all grown up now and still the determined stinker. If I get careless, he wins. Unfortunately, I have to admit that there is a parallel in my spiritual life. Just like my cat, I may be off my game at times, but Satan is never off his. When I don’t spend time fortifying myself with the “bread of life” in my Bible, I can feel the enemy’s hot breath bearing down on me, waiting for the opportunity to attack. He will always take full advantage of my weaknesses. He will never play fairly. Being described as a roaring lion, he’s always on the prowl to devour spiritually as many humans as possible, so he won’t die alone (1 Peter 5:8). Just as I must be vigilant with food storage, I must also arm myself with truth so that Satan can’t trip me up.
The good news for all who are interested is that Satan’s days are numbered! As soon as Jesus uttered the words, “It is finished,” on Calvary’s cross, the countdown began for the devil’s demise. The hands on the clock of time seem to move too slowly for us grievers, who are eager to see our precious loved ones again. Never fear. Satan will be destroyed forever! Death will die! No hint of sin, sorrow, or pain will ever mar our lives again (Nahum 1:9). We will be forever free to enjoy the wonders of eternity with our precious children and others we love. We will never be parted again. Yippee!
“The last hostile power to be destroyed is death itself.” 1 Corinthians 15:26
Scripture shared from The Voice