(“Sermons From My Kitchen Window” Series)
Every now and then, I stray from the classroom style teaching, and write a “Kitchen Window” message. The lessons are in a parable form (check meaning below). I hope you enjoy the summer solstice!
Early in the
spring of 2008, I was sitting at my kitchen table with my morning coffee,
when something passed by the window. I went to the back door to check
it out, to find a half-starved, frightened, young cat, looking like
he wanted to make a run for it. I stepped outside, talking very gently
to him/her trying to get a closer look. I reached out to him…it was
a male…but he shied back. I noticed he had on a blue cloth collar
that had worn his hair down, yet was now loose around his neck. We had
a house cat once when I was a child, but I
had never had a cat of my own, except the
outside cat (and dog) I inherited from my sister when she moved to AZ.
They both had long since died, so I had no cat food in the house. I
rustled up something for the poor hungry thing to eat. I noticed he
had a terrible case of diarrhea, so
I decided against milk and opted for something solid…after about a
week of regular meals, that problem cleared up.
While he ate, I left him
in peace and started calling the few neighbors in the Hollow, to see
if anyone owned a gray male cat. When nobody
claimed him, it made sense as to why the collar had gotten loose on
him…he’d been on his own for awhile. I don’t know why people drop
off unwanted pets in someone else’s neighborhood, but many seem to
take that way out. When he stayed the rest of the day and was there
the next morning, I knew I had to make a run to the grocery store to
stock up on cat food…the Moser household had a new arrival!
I have a tiny house dog,
but thankfully our newest family member was an outside animal…he never
once tried to come inside, even to this day. As time went on,
the cardboard box I had made into a house for him needed
to be replaced with a permanent one. As fall weather approached and
Kit-Cat (his new name) had evidently decided to stay,
I bought him a “Pet Barn”. When
the snow came, I lined it with a shag rug and a quilted fleece shirt.
I also set the Barn up off the ground on a porch chair frame and fastened
it with a bungee cord, placing the back against the wind.
When the winter got bitter cold, I cut up an old wool
blanket, and added it to the rest of the lining.
Under the back porch roof beside the barn,
was a small, sturdy table, on which I
tied a homemade straw-filled pillow, so cat could lay in the winter
sun. Next to the table was an old gas grill with a flat lid, which now
served as Kit-Cat’s table. I covered it with a lacy, slip-proof drawer
liner so he could stand on the metal lid in the winter time to eat his
meals without freezing his feet, or burning them in the summer heat.
my little dog, got outside, and headed for the neighbor’s dog pen.
They were having a cook out and I yelled for the kids to catch the
“Kiz”. She sidestepped them all and ran back toward my house and
around the shed. Before I could catch up to her, Kit-Cat stepped around
the corner, arched his back, hissed, and stopped her in her tracks!
If KC hadn’t been there she would have headed for the woods, and
a little seven pound dog could never have made it through the night
or have found her way home. He saved her life, thank you Jesus!
From the beginning, KC was
such a sweet and grateful cat. He would be gone a couple days when he
sniffed the wind; but when he came home, no matter how hungry he was,
he’d never touch his food until he nuzzled my hand. I’d put my face
down to his and he’d purr and nuzzle my face as well. Every once in
awhile he would even lick my hand, but always before he touched his
We all made it through the winter, and Kit-Cat settled in for good. Spring came, and along with it, the birds, and creatures large and small, scurried around. I had bird feeders hanging off the back porch roof, but KC never bothered the birds even though they would fly down and steal his dry cat food out of his dish. (Cat must have been away on “business” the night a mother bear tore down the bird feeders)!
I was totally surprised
when I opened the back door one morning, and a dead bird lay on the
step. I knew Kit-Cat was providing for his pride, (ME) since I fed him.
He looked so shocked when I tossed it into the weeds! A few weeks later,
he decided to change my menu by bringing me a
chip monk. I have a passion for chip monks, but not as food. The poor
thing was not breathing, his eyes were open in a dead stare, yet the
body was not mangled in any way. I didn’t know if he was dead
or in shock, but I started to pray, and gently nudged his tummy with
the tip of my cane. He started to breathe. I picked up a discarded container
sitting nearby, scooped him into it, while KC watched. If he thought
I had just put my “meal” into a dish like the way I serve his food,
Cat must have went into shock when my
“supper” jumped out of the bowl in a death run, and scampered across
the yard! Kit-Cat has not brought me any
I often see Biblical object lessons in everyday life, especially through nature, which God created before He made Man; so of course, I see the correlation between Kit-Cat’s world and our relationship with our Heavenly Father.
My dear cat doesn’t worry
anymore about his daily bread, since he met me. He has learned that
his loving master will provide his food, water, bed, and protection
all the days of his life. If he gets ill, he receives my healing touch.
He praises and thanks his provider with his songs, hugs, and kisses
BEFORE every meal. He brings me the first fruits of his increase, which
are his tithes and offerings of birds and critters. He knows I have
saved him and he is grateful. He remembers his past life, and will not
leave me nor forsake me, even though he has free will to do so if he
chooses. His ear is tuned to my voice and he comes running, any time
I call. He meets me the first thing in the morning, and walks with me
in the cool of the day. I watch over him and am always thinking of ways
to bless him with something he will
enjoy. He loves to hang out with me, and
quietly watches me work in my garden. Kit-Cat will dwell in the house
of Moser all the days of his life. When his days on earth are done,
I truly believe that he will dwell with me in the house of the Lord
forever and ever…Amen!
God bless you all,
W. O. W.
Parable: an earthly story
with a Heavenly meaning.
In : 2009.08 "Kit-Cat"