I was minding my own business. Seriously. I wasn’t looking for trouble or commitment. I was just jogging around Baptist Hospital. I’m supposed to run a 10k with my dad this weekend in Fayetteville, so I was getting myself ready for it.
Unfortunately, trouble found me. As I was turning from Kanis to Emergency Dr. I saw it. There it was, hair matted, wide-eyed, and shivering. A kitten. “Oh crap!” I said out loud, “It’s a cat.” I didn’t stop. I just kept right on running.
“I don’t need to be messing with that.” I told myself. It’s too much trouble, too much commitment. Then, the other side. “But, shouldn’t I? It’s shivering for crying out loud!” I was thinking all this as I made the 1 mile loop around the hospital. I wondered if it was my duty as a follower of Christ to do something. Would Jesus help a homeless kitten? I wasn’t convinced. I don’t personally believe that animal rescue is what I’m called to. “It’s just a cat. And it probably has flees or leprosy.”
Then came the fatal blow. “What would Sophia think of me if I didn’t do anything?” I knew that right now she can’t understand it, but what if she could? “What would she think?” I wondered. I knew exactly what she would think. She would see me as a hard-hearted, merciless, puppy-kicking, kitten abandoning, jerk. “Ok.” I told myself, “If it’s still there when I go back around I’ll get it.”
It was. So, I wrapped it up in my shirt and high tailed it back to the Promise House. I gave it some milk and a bath. And I put it in a cardboard box. Except, it doesn’t like to be in the box. It wants to be where it can see me. If it can’t see me it meows really loudly and obnoxiously.
Amanda and Sophia are in Crossett until tomorrow. So, she doesn’t know yet. It’s just me and the kitten hanging out. Bonding.
We won’t be keeping the kitten. The Promise House doesn’t allow it. So, I’m in search of a good home. Here’s a picture of him/her (I can’t tell). Please email me if you want it (thefamilybush[at]yahoo.com). You can come and get it today if you’d like.


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