This is like chicken soup for the soul- the cat edition. The stories combined love of cats and faith in God. Some of the stories are nothing short of a miracle. A story about a stray who came to a family but eventually had to be given away, walked 8 miles back to the family. It was then diagnosed with FIP and was advised by the vet to put her down but the family decided to bring her home and see what happens. Turned out that it was a misdiagnosis and the cat thrived. Another story about a family with a cat who ate almost everything in sight and getting into trouble when it ate something that caused intestinal blockage. The family couldn't afford the surgery and the cat would have to be put down if it didn't recover on its own without surgery. The author prayed for God's help. The next day she received a phone call from the vet that he had decided to perform the surgery for free; the cat survived. Another story about a girl of 6 with anorexia who refused to eat. The author then brought a kitten who was not thriving to the girl, and put her in charge of nursing the kitten back to health. With her thoughts on the kitten, the girl began eating so that she would be well enough to take care of the kitten. The girl was eventually cured of her eating disorder.
Some of the stories brought home the message that pets could well be the ones who take care of us. Like how cats helped the authors through chemotherapy, loneliness, mend broken relationships, etc.
I felt a tinge of envy when I read stories of sweet cats who would sit in their owners' laps, draped themselves over the owners' shoulders, etc. my cat is a completely different story. He would rather die than sit in my lap or even to sit beside me. The only thing he ever did that came remotely to sweet was sniffing my face in the middle of the night or early morning, or sitting on top of me when I am asleep, and coming to the door when I return home. Bummer.
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