Sometimes that in which I persist

Impulsivity runs high in our family, especially when it comes to Persians and pets. My mother has a cat that I managed to get for her some years ago. She never really bonded with the cat though my father enjoyed her in his years with Alzheimer’s. Anyway, she requested we find her a new home. After posting on Craigslist, asking around, posting at work, we finally brought her to our home today. She acquired her name for hiding for days when she first moved into Mom's home. We couldn't find her at all, and determined that she had run away, only to find her above the refrigerator, on top of the cupboards behind decorative birdhouses. So she was aptly named "Boo" (abbreviated from "Peek-a-Boo"). So now she is hiding in our home and we hope to tame her from her independent and illusive spirit. Could be quite a match.


Meanwhile we came across another red Persian in need of rescue. Twice I have left home with the intent of getting him from the local shelter. The first time, our car just stopped. Right in the middle of an arterial. The power cut out, we ended up being towed to the dealership in the front seat of the tow truck listening to the driver tell us heartbreaking story of his fiancé that committed suicide in his home leaving him with three kids.

The second time, I arrived in tact but the shelter was closed for the day.

I'm thinking that perhaps God is trying to prevent us from doing what we intend to do? Maybe there is a child or person out there that really needs that cat in their life and we're getting in the way.

If so, whoever you are, I hope you do get the cat and love it for the rest of its days!