The Crazy Story of When I Gave My Cats Away

I was signed up to go to Bible school. The problem was I had to move out of my apartment, across town and give my two cats away.

The first was named: “Pepper” (she was black) and the second was named: “Danielle” (after the book of Daniel in the Bible).

I put an ad in the paper. Got a call. (Oh no.)

The day came for the new owners to pick them up. They clawed and scratched me to not let them go. I went back into my apartment and cried. (Yes, men do.)

I was at Bible school for about a year. It was summer break. I was sitting at the kitchen table thinking, “So what about Pepper and Danielle?”

I got out the piece of paper the new owners left me with their address and phone number. (It was the first time I’d ever looked at it.) I thought, “I wonder where this is on the map?”

And you’re gonna think this is crazy. It wasn’t just two minutes away from where I now lived! (Isn’t that just like God?)

I made the phone call. I walked the short distance. I knocked on the door. The owners said, “Right this way.” I stepped into the backyard. There they were. (I’m crying again.)