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... of the 11th hour

This post is mainly just to ask for prayer.

We still don't have a home for our awesome cat.  We don't have a home anymore either, technically.  So a friend of ours who is not equipped or ready to have a pet is "catsitting" him until Monday.  We leave for two months on Tuesday and then we leave the country indefinitely in October.

We have been thinking, praying, asking for a home for Obie since December 3rd, 2011.  I know because Quinn writes down our big prayer requests so that we can write down when they are answered and really grasp God's faithfulness.  So many of the prayers on that list have been answered, but not this one.  And it's not the kind of prayer that you pray until something happens.  It's the kind of prayer that has a deadline.  And the deadline is in two days.

I didn't even think of trying to get him on a no-kill shelter waiting list (Yes. They all have waiting lists), because I believed that God would come through with a home for this cat that I have loved more than any other cat I've ever know (and I had three growing up).  I still have to believe that God is faithful.  So I'm just trying to figure out what He is doing and what He wants us to do.

I've already posted on facebook a few times, friends of mine have been posting, we posted on our church's website, I've done craigslist, but nothing has worked out.  At this point, if it gets to Tuesday and we are about to leave, we will just release him into the wild and he will probably eventually die, since he has FIV.

So, I'm not going to go into the wonders of Obie here.  Trust me, he's the best cat.  Ok.  That's all.  I'm crying just thinking about it.  Could you please just pray for God to come through in the 11th hour with a home for this sweet guy?  I know He can and I have to trust that He will.  Maybe it's like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego and we have to actually get into the furnace before He will answer.  But even if He doesn't, I will still praise Him for He is good.
And He made this very adorable cat.

P.S.  In case you are in Austin and you are thinking you could adopt him, let me just tell you the two things that are probably the biggest factors in his not finding a home yet: He has to be indoor (because with FIV, as long as he doesn't get sick, he should live a long life.  But outside has a lot more potential for sickness than inside does.) Also, he hasn't proven to be very good with other animals, although he is the most patient cat I've ever seen with kids of all ages.  So he really should be an only pet.  And most people with no pets have a reason they don't have one yet. 

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  1. Dear Anaka,

    I saw a link on Summer Rottinger's FB page about this. Cat lover that I am, I clicked on the link and ready Obie's story. My heart goes out to you, having to leave him behind. You are a strong woman!

    I was thinking I could adopt him, until I got to the part about him not being good with other cats. I have a a 17 yr old orange tabby and she could probably hold her own. She might even enjoy him.

    I don't wanna tell you your business but PLEASE don't just release him into the wild. I have an idea that might work and would be better (imho) than just letting him go.

    Please email me at supera1961@yahoo.com and I can give you the info.

    Blessings,
    Susan Perales

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