🐾 God’s Humor in Fur

Life was getting stale. The days felt predictable, the rhythm too quiet. Then God, with His unmistakable sense of humor, sent me a kitten.

At first, I worried. I thought the dogs might hurt her, or that she wouldn’t belong here. But she walked in like she had always been part of the family. No hesitation. No fear. Just presence.

She acts like she was meant to be here. And maybe she was.

Now, every morning, we all head outside together—the older: Female 15years: Daisy, male dog,6 years old: Rocketman), the kitten (no name yet), and me. All adopted. It’s funny to watch: a little parade of mismatched companions, moving in rhythm without fear. The cat trots right alongside the dogs, as if she’s always known this was her place.

I think she’s a “she.” And she’s teaching me something.

God’s gifts don’t always arrive in grand gestures. Sometimes they show up small, unexpected, wrapped in fur, reminding us that joy can sneak into the ordinary. This kitten is more than a pet. She’s a living parable:

• That peace can arrive unannounced.
• That belonging doesn’t need permission.
• That humor is one of God’s best medicines.

I worried about chaos. Instead, I found harmony.

Life after survival isn’t just about endurance—it’s about learning to laugh again, to nurture again, to welcome joy when it shows up at your door.

This kitten reminds me: survival may have shaped me, but joy keeps me living.

“Every good and perfect gift is from above.” – James 1:17