One late summer day, an unfamiliar, skinny, affectionate tabby cat showed up at our house. Several of the family sitting outside, began calling to him. When they called, “Arnold,” he came running. Over time, we discovered he liked to be around people and Ellie.
Because he was was hungry and skinny, we began feeding him some of Ellie’s dog food, but he had a hard time chewing it. Before long, I bought a bag of cat food, and I started feeding him on the front porch.
Soon I was quite attached to him, and the family started calling him my cat. We were concerned about his health—fleas, worms, ear mites—and our grandchildren, who liked to pet him. So Steve encouraged me (what a sweet husband since I was concerned about spending money on a stray cat) to take him to the vet for shots and medications.
Now he lives in our garage at night, and comes and goes during the day. I sit with him for a few minutes in the morning while he eats before Steve and I go for our walk. In the evening, when he eats, I will be out there if I can, reading a book. If I stay around, he usually sits on my lap purring for a while.
Many in the family like the little fellow and will go out to the garage to see if he is there. Now that is it getting colder, he spends more time in the garage, making it his domain.
We don’t know where Arnold came from although we asked around the neighborhood. Arnold now has a home, and I have a cat.
Trusting in Jesus,
PS – Ellie and Arnold below!
“A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast:
but the tender mercies of the wicked are cruel.”