A cat had been a part of her family’s life for several years. They discovered she was pregnant and were dismayed at what to do. Their children were excited at the idea of new baby kittens, but the parents knew they could not keep these new babies.
The father had just accepted a new job in a distant city and there were so many unknowns still to be worked out. The middle daughter was angry when she heard of the move, and was quite unhappy when she heard they could not choose one of the kittens to be theirs.
The kittens were soon born and were quite adorable. Even the parents, with all the worries and cares they bore, were delighted with the new little lives. Tiny balls of energy and curiosity, they stalked around their little space as if it was a jungle and this their lair. Spiders and ants were toys for them, for they were housed close to the garage. The little runt seemed especially taken with catching these creatures, batting his soft paw at them and letting them go again enough to watch one or two legs begin to twitch again. He was named Rackey for “Arachnid” because of his love for spiders.
The kittens were parted with one by one with great regret, for the innocent charm and the graceful bearing of their mother was an endearing combination. The family was especially challenged with the thought of giving up Rackey; for he was so determined and so loving. Every person was told he was the runt, and too rambunctious, for secretly the mother wanted to keep him. Thrilled, the middle daughter offered to take care of Rackey and promised to keep him out of the way.
The family made their trip in the moving truck and stopped at a hotel along the way. Some of the children slept on the floor to save money, and the entire room was silent within an hour of arrival. Little Rackey couldn’t quite sleep after a long car ride in his cage. The night hours he prowled under the beds, attacking sheets, and batting at curtains occasionally. The middle daughter tried to make Rackey return to sleep by her side, but Rackey seemed very aloof. He would not come out from under the bed, but merely looked at her as she shined the flashlight his way.
After a few minutes of trying, the girl gave up and was about to return to sleep when she heard the familiar pounce of Rackey jumping on something. Smiling, she flicked on the flashlight to see what it was. A hoard of dark spiders were seen crawling through the piled carpet toward her. Gasping, the girl wondered if the spiders could be dangerous. Shaking her father awake, she handed him the flashlight.
He discovered the mother spider was a black widow, killed by Rackey. The babies were easy to round up and were disposed of, and Rackey was proclaimed the hero. As they moved to another room in the early morning hours, the girl stroked the now purring kitten, and thanked him for not listening to her.
—————Thoughts that motivated this story—————
This story came from reflection on how we often categorize small things as insignificant.
6 And thou Bethlehem, in the land of Juda, art not the least among the princes of Juda: for out of thee shall come a Governor, that shall rule my people Israel.”
In Matthew 2:6 we read of a prophecy about the town of Bethlehem, the ‘House of Bread’. So small it could not be called a city, Bethlehem was in many ways like a runt in a litter.
The prophecy tells us this village, this tiny town was not ‘the least’ because of what it would produce. A town with nothing significant in its location or what it produced, Bethlehem did not have much to boast of at the time of Jesus birth except perhaps in its history and this prophecy made long ago. I am a rather little person too, and sometimes I have noticed the preference to choose another over me because of it. Honestly I like being short, but I guess I can still relate to Bethlehem. How tall I am in the big scheme of things doesn’t matter, for He has a plan and a purpose for me regardless of any of that. Thank you Lord for the way you use each of us if we just let you!