This was brought home to me last night, by cat number 2.
Such is his nervousness, that in five years he has avoided both a name and a collar. Last night we tried to put a bell on him – with disastrous results.
The asylum-seeking moggie went on a terrifying kibble-fuelled rampage, before head-butting his way through a locked (cat) door and escaping over the fence. Pieces of shattered cat-flap lay on the floor along with my jaw.
I yell at the hole in the door. “Why don’t you trust me?! All I’ve done is care for you – but you keep running away..’
and a verse comes to mind:
“The ox knows its master, the donkey its owner’s manger. But Israel does not know, my people do not understand.” (Isaiah 1:3)