Pouncing or Paws-ing

I was meandering through the superstore when it caught my eye. A fishing

rod-style cat toy with a soft, grey, swishy, feathery object dangling on the

end.  It was fun, bouncy, and moved fast, a tantalising prey for the beady

eye of a hunter cat like mine.  I wonder if Georgie would like that?  I pondered.

Did he? My foot!       It was a hit!

The moment I got home he loved it! His dark pupils widened like saucers, his gaze becomes laser- focussed and he hid expectantly under the chair waiting his moment to pounce like a tiger.

Poof! When he grabs the toy he looks very self-satisfied and lies on the carpet, defiant and smug. But now we have a problem!                                                                                                          

In the evenings he used to like nothing more than clamber into my lap for snuggle time when I collapsed on the Sofa. He doted on my affection. But now that’s a thing of the past. Instead, he sits at my feet, looks up at me, and says with anticipation: ‘Playtime’! He prefers pouncing to ‘paws’ing.

Be careful that you do not forget the Lord your God Dt 8:11

Do we prefer playing in God’s wonderful world than ‘paws’ing to spend time with the creator who made our incredible playground?   As we enjoy life let’s not forget to snuggle up in his embrace, nestle in his love, and simply enjoy Christ’s company, especially as Advent commences.      Let’s celebrate the One who pressed pause to spend time with us.

With Love  Rev Gill x

Be still and know that I am God. Ps 46:10