Learning Relationship from Cats

I have three cats. Small, Medium, and Large, just to cover all the cat bases. My small cat sticks to me like glue at night and in the morning. She gets out of bed with me, sits on the bath mat while I take a shower and is there waiting when I get out. This morning was no exception. I'm trying to shave this morning and Cloe hops up underneath my elbow onto the vanity, nearly giving me a fatal cut to the jugular (it was a Gillette Fusion, not a straight razor, so not really). But she had the entire vanity to hop up on... the entire huge double-sink, 5ft vanity, and she bumps my elbow.

My middle cat is a professional lobbyist. When she's hungry, she is under your feet, in your face, on your last nerve - and when you start throwing things at her, she is still within earshot... lobbying for what she wants, meat. Typically, when I'm in the kitchen she is there, too. And when I am making a turkey sandwich and have a little turkey left over, guess who gets it? Or when something gets dropped, guess who's on it?

Are we nearly so in love with Christ that we behave like Cloe in the morning? Or do we as Christians realize that there are times when something is given by God simply because we were at the right place at the right time? We have trouble with putting ourselves in positions to be blessed. We're usually like my third cat - Abby. She is never at the right place at the right time, and she usually missed the handouts. Someday I'll publish a book - what I've learned from Christianity from my cats. You laugh, but it will be a best-seller.