My Cats Remind Me to Cultivate Interior Silence

I adore my cats. I enjoy their company.

They brighten my day while I read in a chair, watch television in bed, or pray sitting on the floor. Sometimes they lay up against me touching me. Sometimes they just lay near me.

I like to look upon their sweet faces, silky fur, trusting eyes. They are wholly dependent upon me. I give them water and food. I brush them and cuddle them. I keep them safe in my cozy home.

But they can’t do anything for me. All they do is quietly lay before me.

I simply like to have them in my presence.

Is this a glimpse into the tenderness of God?

We are completely dependent upon God—even more, incomprehensibly more of course, than our pets are upon us.

Trying to cultivate interior silence, I may want to pray verbally—to “do something.”

Then I see a cat on the corner of my bed. Not doing anything. Just resting in my presence.

And I am reminded that I can’t “do” anything for God.

Taking pleasure in my cats simply being before me, I am reminded that the Lord may take pleasure in us simply being before Him.

But oh, how much more!

More reflections on cats and God's love for us:

The Love of the Father—Shown Through My Cats

Luigi the Slayer of Serpents