I’ve been struggling a bit with my faith and feeling a bit like God has no real “hands on” interest in me. Selfish and egocentric? Yup. But it’s what I was going through nonetheless. As many people do, I asked God if He could send me some kind of sign that He was actually paying attention to little old me. I mean, He has billions of souls to look out for so I don’t think it’s unreasonable to assume that God loves everyone but really only worries Himself with important people that actually make a difference to the world.
Now before you click away thinking this is an “I asked God, and a kitten turned up on my doorstep” post, it’s much, much, much more incredible. It blows my mind. It is my proof of God and everything I asked for.
This is what happened:
I’d been thinking about getting a cat for a while now. When I was a little girl, we lived in Queensland, several states away from where we live now. My parents were registered breeders of Poodles and Burmese cats. I was brought up with Burmese and I missed my childhood companions desperately. I had been deeply traumatised by the swift and horrific end that came to my gorgeous childhood companion, my brown boy Sherwin, after my parents separated. I wanted to go back in time somehow and heal the heart of a silly little girl who lost her furbabes in a horrendous way.
Jazi arriving at the airport.
I looked for months for a kitten that was related to our line and came up with nothing and eventually I gave up. I moved on, thinking instead that I wanted to rehome an adult cat, preferably an ex breeding cat that we could give a wonderful retirement to. I looked and looked, but there was nothing at all that felt even remotely right for us.
Eventually I gave up and said “Hey, God? If our family is meant to have a cat, please make Your will abundantly clear”.
Ever curious Benji
That night, an old post I had put on a Facebook page regarding our search for an adult cat got a response. I saw it immediately and clicked on it. A lady had commented, saying that she had cats to rehome. I immediately felt something strange. I felt a sense of “rightness” that had been missing with all the others. I went to reply to her comment, but she had deleted it in those few minutes. Ergh! I looked up her name and Facebook stalked her a bit. I was amazed to see that her profile picture had Burmese cats AND a Poodle it it. She also happened to be from the area that I came from as a child.
Curious, I poked about a bit more (YES, I know this sounds creepy!) and found that she had liked the same religious order that is behind our local parish, and that she seemed to be Catholic! I figured a Catholic Queenslander with Burmese cats and a white Poodle? I had to write to her. So I did.
To make a long story somewhat shorter, we began talking. Her name was Miss. L. She was indeed Catholic, lived several states away, and needed to rehome multiple Burmese cats, but they weren’t breeding retirees. They were her beloved babies. See, she had prayed to God too, for someone special to love her cats as she is becoming a nun! At this point, I was amazed and awed at how incredibly clearly God had answered my prayer. He did care about individuals. He did listen.
I didn’t know that it would become even more incredible than this. I mean, I didn’t know that it could become more incredible! It did!!
I ended up feeling drawn to take not one but two of Miss. L’s beautiful babies and let her choose which she felt would be the best fit for our home. She picked a beautiful blue girl, Jazi, and a chocolate boy, Benji.
The best seat in the kitchen!
I thought all the surprises were done until Miss. L informed us that she would be moving to Melbourne to join a group of religious sisters here. This was the icing on the cake for us until I asked her where about in Melbourne she would be. When she told me, I was in shock. She was not only moving across the country to our state and city, but our exact suburb. Our parish. What are the odds of that?! A 10 minute walk from our home. Holy cow!!!
Since we might as well be on the other side of the country to eachother, Jazi and Benji needed to be flown to Melbourne. We arranged the transport and waited at the airport with such excitement for our new babies to arrive. From the first moment they peered warily out of their transport cages, I loved these two, gorgeous furbabes but I still didn’t realise how my heart would be so deeply healed by their presence.
I didn’t know that it would get even more incredible, but it did.
When we finally got our new babes home, I opened up the packet of paperwork that was sent in the cage by Ms. L. Inside was a beautiful Tau cross pendant carved in wood, and the registration papers for both of the cats. At that point, I had a strange feeling. A hunch I guess.
Dragging through the internet for the Burmese pedigree registrar records, I was amazed to find out that Jazi and Benji were actually cousins.
Can you imagine my absolute shock and awe when I found out who their common ancestor was?
Double Grand Champion, Nandawar Suki Sherwin. My beautiful brown boy. My companion. My childhood love.
These were his progeny.
JJ LOVES our new furbabes