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I’m not sure what verse of Scripture to use to begin this Interruption. How about. . .
For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us (Romans 8:18, ESV).
That should do, but I need to reveal some background notes to this tale tail of two cats. My wife loves cats (some say I do, but they’ve been deceived). We’ve had Kermit, Millie, Sasha, Anya, and now Lizzy. Please note that we haven’t had a Max, Bella, Charlie, or Daisy (famous dog names).
And I love dogs!
Now we have Lizzy (my wife says it’s spelled Lizzie) and, just recently, Anya. Anya was 14 years old when we had her put to sleep. My wife insists that Kermit, Millie, Sasha, and Anya will be the first to greet her in heaven. Not her mother, father, grandfather, any other close friend, relative, or me — if I so happen to proceed her to glory.
Barbara quotes Randy Alcorn’s book entitled Heaven, about cats in heaven, to prove her point. . .
They are living beings. Because God has a future plan for both mankind and Earth, it strongly suggests that He has a future plan for animals as well.
My wife does have a type of cat that she loves. (Please note photos of Anya on the left and Lizzy Lizzie on the right.)
I’m allergic to cats and my wife graciously researched and found that the Russian Siberian breed is hypoallergenic, which means that they have less of the antigen in their saliva that causes bronchitis, wheezing, and hives in those allergic to cats.
That’s me, and you should have sympathy.
I was acclimated to Anya (she ruled our house for 14 years), and when Lizzy Lizzie began her rule, after four days of coughing, sneezing, the bends, and emotional distress, I am now symptom-free.
My wife says that I should thank the Lord.
Lizzy Lizzie seems to be smarter than Anya, and that’s a worthy praise to the Lord. Anya had two brain cells, which meant she slowly contemplated the easiest tasks, like walking across the floor in a slow, disjointed fashion. Lizzy Lizzie has an abundance of brain cells which means she scampers everywhere.
Scampers to the food bowl, scampers to jump on Barbara, scampers to the cat box, scampers back to her food bowl, scampers to a nap, and scampers back to her food bowl again. She sounds like a herd of buffalo while scampering.
All day and all night a scampering herd of buffalo now lives in our house. Did I tell you that I love my wife?
Thank you for indulging me with this Interruption. With not preaching regularly, I sometimes need an outlet to express my deepest personal feelings. I understand that when my wife reads this, my name will be. . .
Grant Mud!