You really have to read my last post to understand this one fully.
Several weeks ago, Boots, another mama cat on the farm began giving birth to her kittens right on the sidewalks. Our son, nameless for privacy, had never seen a freshly born kitten and walked up after it appeared and grabbed the gun to put the 'poor slimy thing' out of its misery. The mama was frantic when she came back and couldn't find her freshly 'hatched' baby. So she grabs a big kitten from Patches's litter, Milkshake, Annika's personal favorite, and runs off with her. Our son saw it all happen and ran after her and rescued poor Milkshake. The next morning when Annika came outside to play with her kittens, Milkshake was gone. We were all pretty certain that Boots had towed her away and claimed her for her own. Try as we might, we could NOT locate the stolen kitten or the rest of Boots's litter.
Annika was very distraught and I encouraged her to pray about it and leave it in God's Hands. I consoled her with the thought that if Boots took her, she was most certainly feeding her. But there was always the possibility that Milkshake had met an untimely death.
After Patches died, I told God that if He would send Milkshake back to Annika, it would just be incredibly special.
Well, guess what?! This morning one of the boys came running into the house saying that they followed Boots out to the garage and she went up to the rafters and maybe, just maybe, Milkshake was up there. It took about 20 minutes and a Daddy, and some brothers, and Annika and a saucer of milk to finally recover that lost little kitty. She was fat and healthy but she was a little on the wild side. After about 45 minutes in the house, playing with Annika, she is outside with her siblings and seems to be 'none worse for the wear'.
We have a very happy little girl! God answered her prayer in a marvelous way!
Life is never boring 'round here!
What a great way to strengthen her faith! Love the story and love the names of your cats!
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