It is interesting how things worked out. The vet could not get  to our place that day. Baby was not miserable, just disabled. Her eyes were still bright and she was eating well.  So we waited.

Farm life, for us, includes many animals.  It is not uncommon for us to ask God for things that they need.  I prayed for Baby.  I asked our grandchildren to pray for her, too. The children had befriended Baby over the years and were so sad to hear of her injury. We asked for her healing, not knowing that God was working on her.

Several days later, I picked Baby up and tried to find that large gaping wound on her underside.  It was gone! Her flesh had knit together. The leg wound was decreasing in size.  Skin was forming over the exposed muscle.

The bone still protruded and had to be removed. Our vet helped us with that. Baby had surgery and has recovered.

She can get around up and down stairs and is looking very fit. She has put on the weight she lost and is wanting more social activity.  She is returning to her old self again.

We never did decide how she got hurt.  Maybe she got run over by some vehicle. It remains a mystery.

We are sure, however, that God had a hand in her healing.  He gave her instincts to use in caring for herself. Our vet along with the auxiliary care we could provide all worked together for her good. Her accident was not pleasant nor was it good, but it does illustrate a principle we find written in the Holy Bible. In Romans 8:28 we find, “And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according His purpose.”(NKJV)

I hope you enjoyed this little story about how God healed Baby, our farm cat.

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The warm bath and the subsequent rub down with an old towel helped her look more cat-like instead of a rumpled mass of flesh.  Her eyes were bright and healthy-looking.  She did not like the bath, but it helped.

I made a soft bed for her to lie on and set it beside the warm wood-burning furnace. I found her old litter box and a nice cushion that she had used in the old days when she was a house cat.  I washed and filled her old dish with food to eat and milk to drink.  She gladly filled her tummy.

It was still not apparent to us how she had gotten hurt. Nor did we realize the extent of her injuries. I went to the basement to check on her quite often.

I caught her grooming herself.  She was actively trying to fix her open sore.  We medicated her her with antibiotics to help her with the healing process. Taking her medicine was not her favorite part of the day, for sure.  But all of these things must have helped her.

In the early days of her recovery, she kept quiet and quite still most of the time. She took time to work briskly at cleaning her wounded leg. The smelly, black-looking flesh transformed into clean, red muscle tissue. I did not understand why she would not leave the wound alone to heal, but later we decided that her active cleaning action removed the infected tissue.

I bathed her a few times.  Following one bath I noticed that her underside was split open.  How that broke my heart!  I could not see how she could heal from that large rip in her hide. We noted a protruding bone in her leg. It was broken. Her situation made my heart sick.  I almost despaired. Our veterinarian was due to come to the farm on another errand so, we considered putting her to sleep.

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I have a story to tell you today.  This story involves our farm cat, Baby.  I have told a few stories about her in the past, but this is a little drama that may be of interest to you.

My daughter rescued Baby as a kitten from a bulldozer. She soon became my daughter’s beloved pet. But when my daughter married, she left without Baby.  So Baby had to adjust to farm life outdoors.

Not all cats thrive at such an assignment, but Baby did. She weathered the elements well, but she did not figure out how to handle mice. To survive she ambled to the house for a handout often.

One of Baby’s favorite perches was on an old plow beside the farmhouse’s front door. In November, I noticed that she was not hanging around any more. Since cats keep their own schedules, I was not alarmed. But after four days of not seeing her at her regular place, we began to question what had happened to her.  The days were cold and snowy and Baby was unseen.

Then one afternoon, my husband came in the basement and called to me.  He carried in his arms a clump of something he had found.  It was Baby!  He found her lying in the straw in one of the farm buildings.  Her leg was mangled and she had lost a lot of weight.  She had an open would on her hind leg.  I cleansed a bucket and filled it with a soapy bath water.  Baby went into the water with no fight or fidgeting at all.  Perhaps she knew I was trying to help her.  As I lowered her into the bath water, I could smell the wound.  “Infection,” I feared.

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