My One-Eyed cat, Jack, taught me something else last night. You can read his whole journey of healing here: Jack's Story
Are you ready to see something strange and wonderful about these little cats? Well, they each choose a child to "protect" in the night. Louie curls up by the oldest daughter, and Jack guards the youngest. Every night at bedtime, they assume their posts in each respective bedroom. It's been this way all year.
Last night, the girls want to have a sleepover in the oldest daughter's bed. Jack innocently follows the youngest wherever she happens to be sleeping. But Louie is the alpha male cat, and this is his territory. Normally, he'll hiss and claw at Jack if he even dares to approach the bed.
Jack has an assignment, though. He's on a mission to guard the youngest, so he dutifully curls up at her feet right next to where Louie guards the oldest.
A staring contest ensues. Jack's one eye doesn't even blink.
Finally, Louie recognizes Jack's purpose here. No fighting, no clawing.
As I tuck the girls in for the night, I realize that Jack has a specific role now that everyone acknowledges and supports. And in the midst of this service, enemies are brought together.
There's something more important than our need to control or our need to be territorial. Jack knows this. He risked the danger to do what he was supposed to do. And Louie let him, risking his own position and power.
And in case you're wondering where Snowflake serves in the midst of all this, well, she's recovering from a Bridal Shower where she sat peacefully on the couch in a bridal veil.
And then she came to sleep at my feet.
Journal: Am I afraid to do certain things because it's someone's "territory?" Do I need to let others serve even if I think they are in my "territory?"