The animal pictured here was a holy (unholy!) terror getting into the cat carrier to take her to the vet once as we noticed she had an abscessed tooth. Kathy told me of how once (while I was 'away') she'd attempted to place this diminutive animal in the carrier when the small, cute little kitty became a ravening monster tearing her arms to shreds and biting her repeatedly to demonstrate her displeasure at being encased in this plastic thingee. Since then we have a system (of sorts) to package her up; we place her on our lap (which is covered by a beach towel), then wrap her (quickly) in the towel, placing said wrapped kitty in the carrier, then pull the towel out. Voila, caged critter ready for transport!
So, why is it that this same creature is sitting so placidly in the same carrier? Better to explain the wiles of a woman and no, I will NOT attempt that feat now or ever. It is amazing, however, how these cats can just relax and be at peace; why can't I? I am, after all, so much more intelligent than they are (well, my brain IS bigger!) and understand things that the cat cannot, but my mind and heart are often filled with worry more than wonder, with panic rather than peace.
The other morning as I was leaving the house, I happened to see C.J. curled up on the couch fast asleep. She has no idea of the coming weather (snowpocalypse, iceageddon, whatever) or my ongoing struggle to be licensed to sell real estate or any of a myriad of concerns that so often fill my mind and heart. All she knows is that her master (yeah, I know who the real master is in this house and it's not either of the humans) has been providing for her a place of safety where all of her needs are met, so she is at peace. That "...still, small voice..." seemed to whisper to me, "Can't you trust Me in the same way?"