Thursday, February 16, 2006

here, kitty

Mocha came home two days ago. It's not that she ever really left, but before I heard and saw her scratching at the back window forty-eight hours ago, I knew her only as a hushed whisper that watched me from shadows and teased me from between the top row of hay bales. I'd sense she was up there and try to lure her out, but in the last two or three years, I've probably touched her only twice. She's old, and skittish, and much too independent for her own good.

But right now, she's napping under the love seat. I can see the bulk of her dark calico self peeking out from beneath the scalloped wicker edge; occasionally, I catch the flicker of her brown and orange tail.

We're anticipating the coldest days we've had in over a decade. In a few hours, winds from Canada are expected to swoop down and blanket this area with frigid, windy air. I have to wonder if Mocha--who will be fourteen in a few months--smelled the coming storm. I picture her lifting her head from atop her favored hay perch, wrinkling her black, triangular nose, and sniffing the breeze. I imagine her little quarter-pound brain scanning its files, pulling out a memory from ten or twelve years ago, and analyzing the remembrance with a growing sense of dread. Of her own choosing, she's always been an outdoor cat. Not long after we brought her home as a kitten, and three-year old Zac welcomed her with an exuberant cuddle and rub-down in the recliner ("Mama--she name is Mocha"), the cat searched for the nearest exit and skedaddled.

But she's here now.

Wise creatures scan the skies and smell the breeze and scrutinize signs. They take stock of their position, and when they determine that something ominous is on the move, they drop their weighty independence and seek shelter. They go to where they'll be welcomed, and stroked, and loved--where a bigger someone is waiting to offer bowls of warm milk with egg, and safety from the storm.

That we would all be so wise.

O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing!
--Luke 13:34 (NIV)

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10 Comment:

At 2/16/2006 8:30 AM, Blogger Sharon had this to say ...

Hi Shanny,
Excellent reminder.Loved this.We're about to get hit with the same arctic air that is going to affect you.As I read this latest entry IO also thought of the scripture which says"The name of the Lord is a strong tower;the righteous run to it and are safe."Praise God for safe places whether under a piece of furniture or under His wings.
Love ya,Sharon:-)

At 2/16/2006 2:42 PM, Blogger Cowboy Joe had this to say ...

That was such a wonderful read. I loved the picture that it presented of the cat lifting it's head to scent the air. So well done.

Keep smilin'

At 2/16/2006 2:59 PM, Blogger Phyllis had this to say ...

I too am bracing for the Arctic air to hit us! We are still 44 degrees up here on Whidbey.
Awww, I'm glad Mocha came in. My heart goes out to the little critters!

At 2/16/2006 9:57 PM, Blogger Angie Poole had this to say ...

Great post!

At 2/17/2006 11:28 AM, Blogger Cathy West had this to say ...

Hi Shannon,
Since I will be joining on with you talented ladies at Christian Women Online, I thought I would pop in and say hello and introduce myself!
I look forward to reading your writing and hopefully getting to know you. I am not on the page yet, but will be on March 1st, God willing!

At 2/17/2006 7:25 PM, Blogger violet had this to say ...

A note from Canada here - Sorry about the cold weather, but glad it sent Mocha back to you!

At 2/17/2006 8:49 PM, Blogger Ginger had this to say ...

Wonderful analogy. Our Moca seems to be quite happy to stay in as well.

At 2/18/2006 6:16 AM, Blogger Gina Burgess had this to say ...

Under His wings in sweet refuge... that is such marvelous imagery and I feel it deep in my heart. Thanks, Shannon!

At 2/19/2006 8:38 PM, Blogger Stephen had this to say ...

Beautiful. Thank you.

At 2/20/2006 1:42 PM, Blogger Macromoments had this to say ...

Your post gave me chills, Shannon. What a beautiful metaphor.


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