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Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Midnight and Beyond, Scene 2

     “Hi, Grandpa! How are you and Grandma? How is Tuffy? Do you want me to get Mom to come to the phone?” I shot off my questions in rapid-fire fashion and heard Grandpa laugh.
     “Whoa there Little Britches. Let me answer you before you run out of breath.” Grandpa assured me that he, Grandma and their rambunctious farm dog were all just fine.
     “Who do you suppose was peeking at me over the edge of the hayloft this morning when I went to milk the cows?” Could be a lot of names to that answer as Grandpa had a ton of animals on his ranch. I selected a few favorite names and received the negative response to each one.
     “Well, it surely could have been any of those but not this time. Nope, this time it was a name closer to home, your home. In fact, when I saw him a lookin’ at me, I about dropped my bucket. I didn’t want to scare him so I quietly said, ‘Hey, Pretty Boy, is that you up there?’ and what do you think he did? He jumped right down into my arms; that’s what he did.”
     “Oh, Grandpa, how could that be? How did he find your house? How did he know if he should go right or left at all of those crossroads? Is he okay? Is he hurt? Are you sure it is really him?” My grandparents’ place was just off a rugged country road about seven or eight miles from our house in town. Midnight had never been taken to their house, not even once. It was a given that Midnight loved my grandpa ‘cuz every animal did; but, how in the world had he found the right house? Midnight had only seen my grandfather when they came to town to visit us. Daddy would never let us take the cat with us when we visited because Grandpa had a lot of cats on the ranch and Daddy thought he didn’t need to have one visit him.
     “Oh, I am sure all right. There is not another cat like this one right here in my arms. He’s a bit worse for wear with his paws all torn up and bleeding and he is a mite skinnier than the last time I saw him. His black fur is rather matted and I can feel his bones under that fur but the brightness of his eyes tells me he is going to be just fine.” I could not hear the purring sounds but had no doubt at all that his motor was working overtime nestled there in Grandpa’s loving arms.
     We had a chance to go visit Midnight not long after and Mom’s call “Pretty Boy, where is my Pretty Boy?”  gave us all that heart-warming joy when he stopped what he was doing and looked right at Mom. It was a hard decision but we all thought it would be better to leave our beloved Midnight with Grandpa. He had walked through all four seasons of an entire Eastern Montana year… including those bone-jarring forty-degree-below-zero winters with snow from October to May. It was totally beyond us how Midnight could have survived the trek. All these decades later it remains quite a mystery to us just how he found his way through all the twists and turns of that gravel rural pathway to wind up in just the right hayloft. We figured he had more than earned the right to live out the rest of his days with Grandpa!
     Be encouraged, dear Reader—you are worth more than a wandering city cat longing for the peace of a country barn! God will direct you on your way, too!
     A couple of my favorite Scripture verses to pass along:

Luke 12:6-7 says, “Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”

     Perhaps these snippets from a couple of verses in Psalm 84 would apply to our beloved Midnight Pretty Boy:

 3 Even the sparrow (or tired sojourning cat) has found a home and 4 Blessed are those who dwell in your house” (or Granpa’s barn, as it were!)

****Snow Business… Coming Tomorrow

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