CD's & Tapes
by Joanna Cherry
This bright, clear day I am feeling special gratitude
for my fluffy cat, Maxie, who at this moment is out chasing grasshoppers
around the back yard. I had found her and her sister Minou, two months old,
at the Humane Shelter, where they had been caged for over three weeks.
When I took them home, no one knew
this black and gray tiger-striped kitten was already very sick. Within a
few days it became obvious--her body stank from the inside out, and she began
to gulp continuously. She ate less and less.
"What should I do?" I asked spirit.
I heard that she felt very sad because she was caged, so she caught a disease
to take her out of life. I recalled that while Minou had purred and rubbed
against the cage to be petted, Maxie had simply looked out with eyes full
"Should I take her to the vet?" I asked.
No. This was hard for me to understand until later, when a friend told me
it sounded like she had distemper, from which kittens "don't recover". It
was so lethal, so contagious that if I had taken her to the vet, she would
have been taken from me and put to sleep.
"Well, can I do anything to help her?"
Spirit suggested that I give her lots of love. There was a chance she could
be healed. So I did. For hours each day I held her on my lap, stroking her
and saying things like, "Life is beautiful, Maxie! You can stay and have
a wonderful time. You're free now and I'll never let you go back to a cage.
You can play and b
In spite of her illness she purred
and purred, and I felt she was really listening to me and taking it in. But
her health continued to deteriorate. She stopped eating, and stopped drinking.
My heart broke to see her hover over her water dish, so thirsty but unable
Finally, on her fifth day of starvation,
I was sitting with her in my lap, stroking her as always but full of despair.
"What's going to happen to her?" I asked.
"Well, she's going to die..."
"No, she has heard you and would like
to live. But she is too weak, and the disease is taking its course." So I
sat there with her, my heart aching, trying to turn her loose to go to her
Then, without conscious thought, I
heard myself saying, "But what about a miracle? God can do anything!" There
was a long pause. And then I heard, gently and quietly, "I would be pleased
to do this."
I waited. No lightning bolts. Maxie
continued to look and act just the same. But within a few minutes, I realized
that the disease had vanished. It had no more cohesion, no power--it had
ceased to exist! There remained somehow, in spite of every appearance, only
Though I felt a true shift had taken
place, in honesty I also doubted it. But that night, before we went to bed,
Maxie drank for the first time in five days. And the next morning, she began
to eat. Much to my surprise, spirit suggested I feed her multi-grain pancake
better, and she dug in!
Over the next days, she gained her
weight back. Her personality, playful and loving, began to emerge. She was
going to live! And live happily. Joy and gratitude filled my heart.
This has helped me to realize that
"miracles" are simply God's natural way of action when we call upon them
in the knowing that that great power knows no limits, no disease, no difficulty.
It has changed my life. And Maxie's.
Both she and Minou are now healthy,
contented thirteen-year-old kitty cats.
Copyright Joanna Cherry,
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