What’s with our Puking Pussycat?
It’s a thing our “Molly” does from time to time… it’s a sure thing too. Anytime we catch her munching on one of her favorites among our houseplants we know in just a few minutes there will be an eruption. And, like ‘Old Faithful,’ she never lets us down.
I used to think this was for some sort of mysterious canine health thing, that our cat knew a good puke was necessary from time to time, but as I investigated I found the real attraction for the cat is the plants, and that what happens afterwards is merely a consequence, not a goal of the activity.
So why do cats continually crunch away at this stuff if all it does is make them sick? Surely by now our “Molly” has learned the connection: eat plant = get sick. There are several theories…
● An attempt to eliminate hairballs — though our “Molly’s” deposits contain none.
● Curiosity – that old bane of her breed they say ultimately “kills the cat.”
● Boredom – especially for a house cat who finds itself in permanent lockdown!
● Seeking a different texture sensation – a little sampling ‘à la carte’ instead of the usual ‘table d’hôte.’
If these theories are correct our “Molly” simply has a addiction and suffers for it.
But “Molly” is not unlike many in this world who though ‘full of themselves’ remain unsatisfied, are pulled by curiosity or boredom to investigate what in the end is only harmful — sensation seekers because all they have had keep fading away. Nothing satisfies as they hope. Like an alcoholic’s hangover, the next day brings only more emptiness and pain. Yet one says, “I will seek it yet again.” (Prov. 23:35).
But Jesus takes us one step further. Jesus satisfies our hunger completely… for ever. He said “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.” (John 6:35). The psalmist David expressed in verse, “The lions may grow weak and hungry, but those who seek the Lord lack no good thing.” (Psalm 34:10).
One sure way to deflect our “Molly” away from the houseplants is to rattle her treat bag. Ears perk up, head turns, and in seconds she is at our feet awaiting those delicious chicken and catnip nuggets.
Christ’s offer is a much better offer, readily available. Come to Him… admit you need Him, feed on Him… be nourished and satisfied… while His cupboard door is open.
Press on…
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