A Ferocious Feline

When I got up this morning, I went down to our family room. There in the middle of the room was our declawed cat batting around a mouse. I think the mouse was about 99.9% dead when I arrived.

Now our cat is a house cat. The biggest thing she has ever hunted was a two inch moth. Her name says it all when it comes to this cat--Fluffy. But, this morning you would have thought she was a lioness out in the sunshine of the Serengeti. She tossed that mouse, twitched her tail, and rolled as if she were the only cat to ever catch anything.

She had been stalking her prey for weeks. She sat for hours in our storage room waiting for the right moment. Last night at some point, the right time came. She grabbed the mouse and took it out into the family room for all to see.

While Fluffy may not be the greatest example of a powerful cat and what it can do to its prey, I was reminded through her persistence over the last several weeks that we have an enemy and we are his prey. Peter tells us that Satan is like a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour. We would do well to realize that he does not give up and looks forward to relishing our defeat!