So, I think I've mentioned the stray cat that's been hanging out at my house. I guess technically she's not really a stray since she has a name "Foxy", kinda given to her by my nephew Nick who thought she was a fox last summer. It wasn't long before I discovered that Foxy was pregnant. Being the soft-hearted animal lover that I am, I began feeding her. It wasn't long until I could holler "kitty kitty" and she would come running, meowing and hissing all the while. She would come pretty close, but not close enough for me to pet her. If I got too close, she would hiss at me more. The kittens have since been born. I have no idea where they are. But Foxy still comes around to eat. I am happy to report that our relationship has progressed. She still hisses at me, but she has progressed to rubbing around my ankles while hissing and meowing for food. I can also pet her, and she'll only hiss a little.
Well, while I was driving to work this morning, it occurred to me that Foxy is similar to the people reach out to us for help. Whether with physical needs or people needing friends, these people may have been burned in the past and may just need someone to show them love. They might bite and hiss at first, but maybe beneath the biting and hissing is a kitty cat wanting to be loved. Who knows?
Love the analogy!
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