Purring

I was laying down the other morning, upset about everything and nothing at all, and Kitter curled up right next to me. It was precious, and even though my mind was going crazy with thoughts of guilt and shame and pressure and all sorts of things that really make no sense, she comforted me. She put her head down on my blanket and started to purr. I didn't pet her, I didn't even really do anything but look at her, and she just started to purr. Now, cats purr for three reasons: 1)they're in pain, 2)they're tense or scared, 3)they're content. (Seriously. My vet told me so.)

She was content with nothing more than being there with me. She wanted to cuddle, and once she had that, she was okay with life. Purring and sleeping......sleeping and purring......that was all she needed.

And you know what? Her purring made ME feel better. I watched as she breathed deeper and deeper and fell into a deep sleep, and it soothed me into a similar deep sleep.

One of my final thoughts before I dozed off was of how good God is. There's no reason for cats to purr, to my knowledge. There's no benefit to their health or to their own wellbeing by making that cute little noise. She probably doesn't even really know that she does it, and likely has no idea that she's doing anything to make me feel better about anything.

God, though, knew that. He knew that animals would be more to us than small, furry companions, and that there would be times that we needed something from them as much as they would always need things from us. He knew that I needed Kitter that morning, and He knows that with her laying here next to me even now, I feel better than I would were she not here at all. God knows what we need better than we do, and He planned long ago to make sure that we had it. Food, shelter, love,.....and even purring.